18th June Woods and back
When sun rules the year and all frost's armies
turned to mist long burned up like cold caution
warm calm, balmy days come seeming ceaseless.
Wearing purple, the emperor's colour
even thriving in wood's ditch, campion
glows and herb robert's dainty stitching stems
support petal kisses. Foxgloves tower
with bells appealing to a throng of bees.
Shoulder high grass flowers plume still air till
nettle tips deceiving, curl soft, intense
in afternoon heat. Shade-swallowed then shone
clear burst of amethyst rhododendron
thrilling as a ballgown found in secret.
Homeward bound by walls, ivy leaved toadflax
grows lax and cool from cracks in age smooth stone
before our garden, with buddleia in bud
and sweetrocket pale sprawling with its scent
welcoming guests with solar panel wings