Iso-lattes

Forget me knots
Nestle amongst the lesser celadine
Dandelion and soursops,
Young nettles ripe for the picking
Held to Ransom

Tight white buds sprouting on grizzly black thorn
The Wild Garlic peeks out from the verge
Dead nettles not so dead getting ahead
Of the Baby goose grass
The futures sticky fun

Penny wart
And the brand new leaf of herb Robert
She howls and bites
The sting on the ears a harsh delight
Grape hyacinth wears her ball gown
Still swaying as the sun goes down
Pineapple weed wins the fight against
the old black tar mack

Mr. puzzle lords his power in his small garden
she howls...
The crows give warning
Armageddons dawning
Periwinkle builds her strength
Preparing to spread like wild fire,
And last but not least, Laburnum glows like the last of the sunshine on a eerily grey day
Isolated walking