The Onliness Of The Short-Distance Gardener. Poem by Dan Reynolds

There is a flower called, “The Impatience flower”
Which I am toying with cultivating
Purely as its name suits my temperament
And my current contempt for waiting.

Before I leave for work each day
Anti-clockwise round the garden, my favoured way
To take in last night’s progress report
Cogitating whatever Gardener’s World may have taught.

And yesterday I stopped at the poppies
There were three who were bursting to open
I could not help myself, from removing their shells
Had to do it, that’s my way of coping.

Today, I walked round, and unfortunately found
The peonies are getting me down
It seems like an age since they promised to bloom
A “Frustration” of Peonies, their new collective noun!

But I stood back, inhaled, and just took in the scene
As the vista congealed to a mood, so serene
And senses regained, my spirit now healed
They can wait till tomorrow
After which they’ll be peeled.