Rhododendron thicket, mysterious and dark.
The opening calls me under her canopy.
Purple petals strewn from the storm
lie on the ground as if on a lover's bed.
Pine cone invitation
and a teepee of sticks --
apocalyptic protection draws me near and
I rest in its cover.
Rows of nettle guard the path
and the red hen looks for grubs.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018
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