Fertile

 

Glistening with raindrops the sprays of leaves

Hook you with long thorns.

Dark clusters of hidden fruit lifted and released

Gathering sweetness.

Bedstraw woven between the nettles that rise to the arching branches.

Brambles diving through the thick grasses

Blackcurrants nodding above.

You lift full buckets of water from the river,

Up stone steps, tip into the barrel,

Barrel it to the beds.

In the warm, dry polythene shrouded tunnel

The plants expand, climb, cling, wind, and blossom,

Scent calling to the pollinators.

Come, come feed.