Posted by: okathleen | March 3, 2009

Prick

Holly, Hawthorn.

Winter. Rose. Frosted. Blush.

Ivy poison, nettle sting. Brambled thorny thicket garden armour.

Shelter to quail and quiet silent wren. Hop from barbed branch to spiny spray of bloody blackberries.

 

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  1. lovely layers…

    this morning that title says it all to me

    Lindsayx


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