was never a weed
common lesser celandine
meadow buttercup
In distant dreams my love would 'oft appear,
In awe she wanders Springtime's vibrant hills,
As wild bird songs exalt with merry cheer,
'Mid lesser celandine and daffodils.
In this majestic slumber I am lost,
Her beauty fair to woo my smitten eye,
From sprouting buds 'till blooms bedecked with frost,
Her lips afar, I wish our kiss be nigh.
My minds eye sees her prance lush meadows green,
While cirrus sky beholds her countenance,
On Nature's throne, she reigns as Noble Queen,
I yearn to tread those fields in fiery dance.
If I held all my dreams since life begun,
I'd hap'ly fling them all away... but one !
Abandoned house isolated with cracked walls
Aberration emerging forth from the natural terrain
Red and black roofs of the village nearby almost seeming a beacon of civilisation
The wood boarded lower rotting windows and barred doors
Faded moth eaten curtains a cynical beauty of zephyred gossamer
The time long years doing their gentle but remorseless work
Inside the house light denied world now given to insects and rodents
Left to do nothing but eat and all gone now consume just themselves
Wintertime wind whistles and rain seeps in through gaps
Kept once a garden dissembling now in its own fertility
Nature kindly putting forth hated nettles burrs and docks
By lack of care a garden that is there now seeming to wildness
What now is there left of a man what was there ever
But everything unnatural now reduced to its former glory
Outside the lovely wild garden flowers
The reds of Foxglove Ragged Robin and sweet Herb-Robert
Bright suns yellow the Lesser Celandine and Creeping Buttercup
Butterflies alighting on blue Willow Gentian and Large Venus Looking Glass
Golden yellow buttercups growing in the ground.
Dainty little female child, eyes with wonder round.
“Beautiful,’’ the child beamed. Face alight with joy.
“Weeds,’’ retorted Nanny Grey. Foot poised to destroy.
Trembling tears that filled her eyes caught the golden glow.
Mirrored in the child's heart, truth we need to know.
Some see beauty in this world, others may not heed.
Common Lesser Celandine, never was a weed.
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