I am the Twig Teepee
Hidden and secret, a refuge for those brave enough to cross the nettle sentries.
I see the purple blossoms, stems,
backstage view of tangled vines and leafy limbs.
Blue sky glimpses through the canopy and sun speckles on the shadowed earth.
I am built by hands but at home in the forest;
open and ready for the weary soul.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018