On a recent berry picking expedition, I was amazed at the amount of life that inhabits a blackberry briar in the fall. The brush was alive with the humming of bees, flies, mites, and midges. Every cane arch was strewn with spider webs covered in dew. Large garden spiders nestled into curled leaves – dens from which they raced when an unsuspecting insect flew into their web.
It occurred to me that this experience of a blackberry briar might be good fodder for a poem, so here is my first attempt:
Blackberry Breakfast
Seek out the spider in her lair
of thorny briar and berry fare.
On tremulous wire she bobs and weaves
amidst the thorns and blackberry leaves.
Droop the drupe filled blackberry canes,
laden with fruit washed by the rain.
A midge upon an o’er ripe orb
does rest a moment there to gorge.
Then aloft the midge does fly
Into the web he did not spy.
Spider hurtles through the air
to snatch her snack awaiting there.
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