And so, a few yearnful years ago,
we planted a thistle, so blue.
A Thistle for me to remember,
recall and reminisce o’er the home I once knew.
This perfect choice plant (for a man of my birth?)
was a bookmark of sorts in the greens all around.
But it never was seen for the following years.
(We feared rigorous weeding, left it purged from the ground.)
But my absence last year, left one border untouched.
Save a last minute clearing, of autumnal drape.
This year, it’s come back, like an Ice-crystal magnet,
to bring back long gone memories, we can never escape.
Note: Can be seen at
www.flickr.com/photos/22045518@N08/2687913507/
Danny Reynolds
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/012-return-of-the-blue-thistle/
