An old ladder
rotten with age
thrown against
the hedge
where a young bramble
new to this world
with summer singing
in its blood
climbs
tentatively rung b y
rung
to the golden
orb of the sun
its tiny
tendril fingers
grasping
at last
...the sky!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-singing-in-its-blood-for-darlinda/
