I live in an area that for hundreds of years was forest. Even as a child, I
remember woods and meadows unspoilt by factories and houses. I think
this little speedwell flower comes from the once lovely woods we used to
have, at least, the Speedwell that I’m writing about. I remember hearing
the name ‘Bird’s eyes’, when I was small and the thought of all the little
birds flying about without eyes made me cry! Our garden would have
been part of a forest floor a long time ago.
In the garden,
Tiny blue flowers
Weaving over the grass
On stalks so thin,
At a harsh look.
Don’t be fooled.
Dot of blue
Will still be there
When everything else
Including me and you.
©2021 Gwen Grant.