Wild Blackberries Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Ripening delicacies…
with a spectrum that varies
in a thorn laden thicket
of luscious wild blackberries

Growing among tall
free growing weeds
strewn with the remains
of rain soaked rotting trees

The splendid seedy delectables
are gathered with a restrained squeeze
cautious not to inflict trauma...
placed into a cupped palm with ease

Playful patches of sunlight
filter through swaying shade
dancing… sporadically, intensifying
then tending to dim and fade

Focusing on a twined
vine… suddenly becoming aware
of aliveness… exhibiting an
intent-fully territorial stare

With a backward step
it has become quite clear
Now is time to conclude
berry picking and get out of here

7/1/2010