Friday, 8 April 2016

31 poems

Aunty calls them fairies
each delicate flower
on fragile stem
pushes through bare earth
under dappled trees
Japanese Maple
a perfect foil
for exquisite form
Leaves come later
or perhaps earlier
marbled, heart shaped
providing beauty
of their own
when flowers have passed
suppressing weeds
under a carpet of greens

Unlike their showy cousins
with larger blooms
beloved by those
of a certain age
these garden delights
spread with abandon
small clusters straying
into non manicured lawn

Neapolitan or Coum
in shades of pink
or starkly white
often when little else
is flowering
indeed a certain magic
can be found
in Cyclamen

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