amidst the prickly places
filaments of tenderness
keep calling for touch
Counterparts And Wings
butterfly
on the thistle
the soft atop the bristle
It Seems
sometimes
in winter
time does wait
Companions
they relied
on each other
for texture and tone
The Queen’s Roadside Court
at her command
buttercup and thistle’s
pomp and circumstance
Thistle By The River
in the wind
whistling
as water passes
Thistle
purple prickers
gentle to
the bees
Stitched
snow threads
through thistle needles
quilting winter
Together
each needle of the thistle seeks
the thread that holds us together