Friday, November 04, 2011


A halo of flowers, a crown of thorns
Wisps and claws and fragrance,
Stars in twilight, gibbous moon
Snow on the fence it graces.

Summer waits, autumn hides
Winter is barely a memory,
Now spring wears its prickly crown
Relishing ethereal irony.

Give thanks for the bramblefruit.

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