Urban Garden in Spring

I could look at them all day,

upright Spanish bluebells

challenging the spring rain,

holding their place,

side by side with

dandelions and daisies.

We call it the meadow,

this overgrown patch

in a long rectangle of

north-facing green,

enclosed by ninety feet

of old wooden fence.

Out front,

buses lurch by,

sirens scream

and some disease –

despite hours of us

bending and clipping

and spraying –

destroys the hedges.

But in the back,

purple tulips tilt

towards the ground,

clematis climbs the ash tree

and tall bluebells

sway a little in the

April winds,

taking the strain,

no tending needed.