Neville

Erigeron

Erigeron

Here in these old

Stone walls

And garden paths

Between the cracks

In cobbled walks and

Long forgotten hearths

I watch you

Smile and dance

And waving

From the borders

And the cracks

Of my crazy paving

A beguiling triumph

In sun and partial shade

It matters not

Why or when or even

Where they lay

While here and there

Silver cuckoo spit and

Silk cobwebs are each

Laid strategically

In order to compete

For natures

Number one spot

Against a back drop

Of wild perfection

You dear Erigeron

Yes you my sweet

Fleabane shall

Make me smile again