Wild Nectar

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“Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.” AA Milne

 

September sun, shimmering golden

bursts of nasturtium, calendula, leaves all

mottled and mellowing, cobwebs like

spun glass, luminous in the late day light,

blackberries ripened by the fistful

bounding over walls untamed

wild nectar for my soul

 

 

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