Small crane's-bill
1286. This fall, small crane’s-bills,
After years of discrete growth
Scattered in the summer garden,
found a breakthrough as brawns.
1287. Breaking out of the garden asylum
The crescent shape flowerbed
Around the small appletree
For worts and perennials in exile
Threatened on their growth
In cancelled gardens.
1288. First, they took the flowerbed,
A cover around the other plants:
Burnet, orpines and mints.
Then they grew out across the lawn,
Close the high-mown paths.
From there up and across old swards,
Around the tufts of wild oregano,
Under the small elderberry tree
Forward among the rival groundelders and
Spearpointed black- and boysenberry shoots.
1289. Crept under the clothes-dryer,
Moved along the edge of pond,
Usurped space among the rhubarbs,
In between the white yarrows,
Growing freely in the tall grass,
Extended further along the terasse
Turned to the monastary flowerbed.
1290. A spectacle of leaf patterns,
Crescendo of green fertility,
A vegetal triumph in a summer
Divided into four parts:
Wet, warm, parched, warm:
An ambush of many plants
That budded a second time,
Like the small crane’s-bill,
Who took it’s chance, helped by
A planet at its tipping point,
For an explosion of leaves
In the enfeebled fall.
Last Updated on 2 måneder ago by Jacob Gammelgaard