FrasMac Posted January 1, 2019 Share Posted January 1, 2019 Weeds In summer the garden weeds grew wild. Dock leaved, couched and nettled, Hedged in by inattentive beech. Now and then a straggly youth would Appear, trying to fork small order From the confusion of frondescence Before the green leaf folded in on him. Just let us be, they seemed to whisper. We will all pass on in wintertime, as usual. 21/12/18 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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