My Garden. FLOWERS.
Weeks ago, my garden was filled
with the vibrant colour of flowers.
Reds, blues, white and yellows,
Poppies, Cornflowers, Daisies.
A riot of wildflowers
in a suburban garden.
Our house is on a windy corner.
The long-stemmed flowers buffeted
this way and that, they couldn’t take
it and laid their pretty heads down.
The following heat wave finishing
them off.
Now all I can do is to cut them
down and dig the roots out.
The garden looks so sad as I go
about, clearing bed after bed.
I take seed heads off to save -
My hope of next years splendour.
NOTE: This is one in a series of poems about my Garden.
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