Constant changes
all around us
everywhere we look
fairyland is out there
its says so in my book
shrubs are leaning
summer
is fighting to be free
the halcyon days are constant
and more hedgerow fruits we see
The bramble talons catch me
a blood spot follows free
she sweeps out of her precious self
in search of freedom she
instinctively is tasting
a droplet hot and red
my legs and ankles also torn
and for some time they bled.