Summer House: Thicket



What entangled treasures wait
inside the thicket?

A winter wren’s nest
in moss-woven globe,
five tiny eggs,
cream with red spots?

Tree frog
climbing lichen
on the bark of a fir
with padded feet
and golden toes?

From the fallen limb
in thick humus
a huckleberry bush
stretches to light.

What red jewels,
sweet, tart,
full to burst
with dew–

–this grows
from rubble,
storm ripped,
from the rotting
mass, cedars
once towered
past the moon.

And now,
in the tangled thicket,
we search for
treasures spun
from ruin.

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