Blackberries / Briars Poem by Frank Avon
Blackberries / Briars
There are no blackberries
in the wind;
no juice
slips from my lips.
Last year's briars
are brittle and brown;
next year's
green and grasping.
What calls
is the winter;
we will wither,
our vines slacken.
There are no blackberries;
last year's briars
in the winter
bristle and unwind.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: youth
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4/23/2024 5:39:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful and lyric poem of winter but with just a hint of next years fruit as in. 'Last year's briars are brittle and brown; next year's green and grasping. I love this poem Thanks for sharing