You’re the autumn fruit for the butterfly, a harvest for the bee.
Sweet nectar for the hornet, every insect’s joy and glee.
To you they all do flock, to bask and feed galore.
On clustered lilac stock, nature’s larder full and more.
So much beauty to behold, from Small Tortoiseshell to Red Admiral.
Such a potent candy store, plentiful chocs of salted caramel.
All Lepidoptera they do descend, Cabbage White to stunning Peacock.
Replenishment is that assured, with sugar hits like seaside rock.
From fly and flea, to wasp and me, you’re such a homing beacon.
As nourishing as the apple tree, whatever power we are seeking.
To dip our tongue into your bloom, is heaven sent and made.
To suck your bounty until content, from fullest flower to seeds that fade.
What treasure it is that you do grant, to Brimstone, Painted Lady.
Giving energy to the winter months, courage to bird more sure than maybe.
For wings to beat and then to fly, to keep momentum up.
Reservoir of nutrition in the bank, abundance floweth over cup.
By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2021
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