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