Advancing Brambles.

Sprung bows of living barbed wire
are stretching themselves,
feeling their way,
sensing the air,
shooting arrows
of fresh life into the sunlight,
making war on perfection,
staking a claim.

Tiny shoots of pale green perfection
are unfolding,
exploring,
testing the light.
Among the withered husks of last season
an ordinary magic is stirring,
enfolding,
gathering strength,
filling empty space,
making itself new.

A patch of wild abandon,
spitting defiance
at flowers in comfortable beds,
mown lawns
and trimmed hedges.

The fightback continues.

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