Drawn in by sweetness
breathing deep what catches me
willingly ensnared
~Harlean
early dew softness
the luminous horizon
fingers stretch out. Ouch!
~SassySue
dear blackberry bush;
don’t want people picking you?
don’t be made of food
~quirks
stark white rose petals
carpeting the frosted path
winter’s first sharp thorn
~Phill
0 comments