Must be time for my mum's poem again....
Blackberry Time
September when the level fields
Lay golden in the sun
When frantic growing days are past
And harvest's all but done
When cottage gardens glow with light
Their borders jewelled fires
When swallows, softly murmurous, mass
Along convenient wires
When lighted windows early shine
As nights draw gently in
When bonfires flicker, ruby bright
Air shivers on the skin
When morning cobwebs misted shine
With pearl and silver bands
When Winter waits behind the hedge
And rubs his chilly hands.
Taz x
