Seeds
I never sowed
Not in the careful bed
with love in a mist, most artfully mixed
and honeysuckle scrambling
not there where I poked the seedlings, inches high and
frail
an echo of home in cottage garden patch
but elsewhere, quite unbidden, heedless of masterplan
stood tall in the onion rows,
out and proud, pinks in every shade
fuchsia, candyfloss, blush
my dream of England in profusion
Cosmos, running wild
seeds I never sowed
borne in the wind, by birds, by chance
a random piece of loveliness
purely by happenstance
14th July 2017, Hounoux
