What tells a flower to dry to paper
and make a packet for its own seeds?
Why do autumn crocuses, palest mauve,
keep no leaves for leaning on?
Where does the heron’s neck go,
perched so high in the cedar?
Who will hunt down the only member
of the Petrosaviales family?
Is it true only filched canary creepers thrive?
How does a small pink flower dye
dark blue? Where does it hide its stain?
Which are tougher – roots put down
in a Scottish city or on a Chinese mountain?
What wit chose the paint
to match the moorhens’ beaks?
And why do weekend crowds
infuse the garden with restlessness?
How does a flower grow from stone?
What will happen when there’s more
to save than what remains? Please explain.
wonderful combination of images and words..love it.Is this going to be style of new collection? Hope so.robin.
Perfect combination of poetry and picture!