Sun wanly shines, warmth pretend,
cooler air signals summers end,
this dying season I befriend.
Leaves turn tan, downward fall,
swallows follow the warmer call,
wasps get spiteful: stings for all.
A stand of trees curate a church
crows caw call from their lofty perch,
I cycle for my blackberry search.
On Sunday mornings, quiet lanes,
my fingers show some sticky stains,
a box fills with my foraged gains.
Crab apples and conkers wheel-mangled,
bramble barbs with my jumper tangled,
woollen haloes evolve after wrangles.
Autumn arrives, summer waves goodbye,
much greyer now that once-blue sky:
- welcome blackberry and apple pie!