An old wild garden with red brick walls,

Radiating heat and keeping out the cold.

Pink cottage roses tumble down,

With climbing nasturtiums, bright and bold.

A pretty display of colours and arching boughs,

Thorny stems and smooth twisting vines.

Pale velvet petals in wind swept whorls,

With the sweetest of rose buds about to unfurl.

Bright coloured funnels, sweet nectar for bees,

Delicious to eat with peppery flowers and leaves.

Four petalled poppies, in magenta red,

Climb tall against the walls from their soily beds.

Nodding buds poised on solitary stems,

Pods full of folded petals, sepals and stamens.

Protected in swathes of larged lobed leaves,

In tender green with stiff haired stems.

No better place for a garden to grow,

Protected from winds, storms and snow.

Where blossoms bloom in the summer sun,

Where nature and wildlife live as one.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf