Cocksure foxglove spears
fleshy poppies abundant
augmented by rain
I ventured, bleary eyed, into the garden today. It’s absolutely teeming with colour. It’s wild and beautiful. The rain has fed these giant growth spurts, the poppies are weighty, the width of saucers. The flowers are gorgeous. And the smell of the rambling roses drifts in the air.
It helped to warm up my heart a little and inspired me to write a happy longer poem, which you can read on my other blog here.
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