Late Summer Blackberries

Tasty morsels of the nibbling kind
entice the deer on a back country road
as she turns to see me more clearly
I notice she favors one of her legs

but it’s part of living on the edge
of our complex society verging on hers
where jumping o’er recently logged trees
a clear cut leaving a swath of land bare

is the price she pays to enjoy nibbling
on these berries that are lacking of water
as there is naught but dust and no rain
but no matter as she enjoys their being

just close enough for her to enjoy them
as I watch in wonder at her trust in me
to casually pick one than another
before moving back into the foliage
to disappear from my sight

© September 2021 Renee Espriu

The Photo Taken Is My Own

11 Replies to “Late Summer Blackberries”

      1. Love it. We had a lot of raspberry bushes and high bush blueberries in Maine. It’s interesting how creatures will take risks they normally wouldn’t take in being seen, just to get some of these yummy treats. 🤗

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  1. The spirit of Mary Oliver is in you! But yours is not a derivative poem at all. All of us who have lived close to nature are lucky – but luckier still are the ones who can call up those feelings and share them so beautifully. Love you, Renee. If you need, email me at the name of my blog at gmail.com

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