On a gorgeous summer’s day,
I’m looking good and feeling fine,
Beneath an overhanging spray
Of apple-scented eglantine.
While poppies dot a field of wheat
And cornflowers spangle one of rye,
The creeping speedwell at my feet
Resembles bits of fallen sky.
Although the cranesbill’s shade of pink
Is one I never thought I’d see,
There’s more to life than I can think –
And, yes, much more to it than me.
And so I pass uncounted hours
In poring over wayside flowers.
Photo by Joran Quinten on Unsplash
