Light filters through the branches and dapples the grass.
Dew evaporates in the heat of the newly arisen Sun.
The brambles and thorns encircle, enshroud, and protect.
Inside this other-world,
in a time unto itself.
a tiny Earth spirit and others of its ilk,
sit on silver thorn seats.
And drink dew from blackberry cups.
-------- June 25,2012
