Thorny issues?
Thick thorned branches cut off my path.
Cobwebs patched between the barrier.
But deep in the woods,
the colors were brushed with swirling
purples, mauves, and cool blue-greens.
Reminiscent of a satin quilt
I slept under as a young child.
A bit of sun in an opening in the tree canopy.
Quiet, though.
The birds were silent.
The breezes were holding silent.
I held my breath, silent also.









