The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Something to brighten up the borders

of your garden as the leaves on the trees start to

roll around in the autumn wind

the gardeners call it pink, the flower buffs call it purple

of course, while it’s still in

flower – nobody minds what shade it is – it still looks lovely by the lawn

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