A Worm Moon

into the briar patch
            down the rabbit hole
                            fauna and fawn
                                      moss and stone                           

surrounded by roots   
  enriched by the soil           
growing together                         
through tidbits not toil                                  

glasses clinked
             smiles were shared
                         people let go of things once scared 

the wild forest floor
      where else could you be        
the wild forest floor                         
close by the sea                                       

Serena Maris