Greenhouse
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Sheena Blackhall
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Summer goes swimmingly
In the greenhouse the fug of growth is stifling
The garden’s a fleet in flight
Warm winds ruffle the flounces of the ferns
Liles dip like feluccas, floating on air
Thyme foams over the rockery
High water mark of June in a Balquhidder glen
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş