Where rose run mad and holly are as one

The inner coil and tangle  of the wild,
Where rose run mad and holly are as one
Ensure that nature’s heart is undefiled

To these depths, the winter bird’s beguiled
Until  the red dawn’s fetched by lowly sun
Through the coil and tangle of the wild.

On the path’s side,  brown-green leaves are piled
A thousand beetles  search for food within
A hidden  space where nature’s undefiled

The cat  is waiting, acting like the mild
Then dancing, hunting, acting  like his kin
At ease in coil and tangle of worlds wild.

The sun is setting, and the night clouds pile
As  lovers kiss, so smiles the holy one,
Living all his natures undefiled.

Now, at last, the darkness has begun
The  trees unmoving shield the riots within
The inner coil and tangle make the wild,.
Is the space for soul still undefiled?