rusted brambles, the red spots like unripe berries on decaying leaves
white flowers still – all life stages working together in the same season – wine red stems, glossy greens, fading lemon yellow and pale greens
vigorous arching stems rooting across the field and encircling
rooks circling from the willow tree and the poplar, calling out
thorns catch in my hair and the hem of my skirt
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