She emerged, 

From a deep sleep, 

As if – 

Transformed, somehow 

In her waking, 

By a warm and wilder sun. 

I found her –  quite by chance

Meandering, like 

A slow staggered soliloquy. 

Twisting her way – 

Through the briars, 

Against the odds. 

Kevin Brown © 19.10.2016

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