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
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments7
I thought you meant Fleabag! heehee. A fine write Neville.
Thank you Orchidee... these little beauties self seed and grow wild around here...... Neville
That love can fill all the cracks that come with nature and the natural world.
thank you sire... muchly appreciated..... Neville
In bloom in my garden too - fine write Neville
Thank you Michael, that's good to hear.. I thought they deserved a mention..
Neville
Hardy little bloomers - it still feels like winter here.
they are survivors, for sure... thank you DA... N
I am sure I just saw a painting from Michael that's well described by your poetic words.
if my words could do justice to such a work of art, I would be honoured indeed.......
An endearing tribute to a gem from the daisy family that graces every crack and crevice - - a lovely read Nev.
Thank you kindly ma'am..
Neville
Beautifully written, conjured up vivid images in my mind
Thank you SerenWise.... N
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