Wild Garlic


In the cool
Beneath the dappling,
Groves of wild garlic
Grow lush:

Flowers thrust
To the damp and shadow
As wanton spires
Of creamy white petal

And green, sweet scent
Speak of soil, rich
With root bound nutrient
Of the earth found hollow.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

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