Brambles and Brush

The sun touches my face fondly

As the wind plays the leaves with light fingers

My world moves around me calmly

But then it finds a way in and then lingers

The path I take is clear and straight

I walk with wildflowers and humming bees

But as it intrudes the periphery fades

And I can’t see the forest through the trees

The trail narrows and twists and turns

The sky clouds over in a blanketing crush

It encroaches as I have yet to spurn

And I am trapped in the brambles and brush

JArtB

April 16, 2021