Greenhouse Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Greenhouse



Summer goes swimmingly
In the greenhouse the fug of growth is stifling

The garden’s a fleet in flight
Warm winds ruffle the flounces of the ferns
Liles dip like feluccas, floating on air

Thyme foams over the rockery
High water mark of June in a Balquhidder glen

Sunday, April 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: garden
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