A Foxglove Started to Grow
A seed fell long before snow,
Between the kerb and the hedge on that barren thin wedge,
Is where the foxglove started to grow.
The foxglove grew up slow,
Sprouting leaves green and bright in the mellow spring light,
Before petals began to show.
Wind shook with a puff and a blow,
Seeds flew in the wind so it could happen again,
And it did, as far as I know.