Brambles

Reach up and claw for mischief

and attention.

Preach at the sun while it relays

with each mention.

Seek solace in quieted, muted hot

spaces.

Peek rudely through wood and

say your sweet graces.

We’re cavalier, dear and we do as

we please.

We’re hedonists, darling, did

you hurt your knees?

Though we wheeze with the wind

that is chocked full of dust,

grow up for the greater, reach higher,

we must.

We are crisp from the heat, though

ravenous still,

she is nervous of me, pecking

until

there’s a break to the day,

where’s the time gone, to play?