Summer Bramble Diadem

Blackberries waiting to be picked
At the end of July
Guard their treasures with a thorn prick
And a black snake nearby

Tasty morsels of purple sprig
Hanging savory sweet
Stabs your fingers with spiteful twigs
So none may ever eat

Both my hands are dripping bloody
And I watched the snake's eye
Thunderstorms made plucking muddy
But Mmmm...Blackberry pie!