How My Garden Grows

by Leona Graham on 4 June, 2015

in Poesie

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4 June 2015, Cambridgeshire, UK

 

Well, to start with

We must rescue speaking plants

From dumb nurseries

 

Then they take charge

Overmuch, methinks, maybe

But follow the clues

 

The new russet Japanese maple

The pink-blue hydrangea

Debate with ancient yellow irises

 

Reborn old-fashioned lilac

Recovers beside traditional eternally

Rebirthed fuschsia, what the hell

 

That wood pigeon is asking for trouble

Hermes the god-cat is watching

Next door’s yellow rose pokes its nose across the border

 

The white roses shall win again

But close follow up by sweet honeysuckle

And fragrant jasmine

 

Across the divide of grass that would-be meadow

The ceanothus shouts volumes

Of abuse at anything in its way

 

The fruit trees run apace

Apricot, fig, apple and cherry

Dear lemon watches from afar, aloof

 

The Cornish camellias dream deep

As the peonies have their day in the sun

Soon to sleep, aye to sweep up another day

 

I cannot bear such beauty

But we must, as bees buzz

And blackbirds nest, best of show

 

 

 

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