POETRY

Medicine Garden

Image by Annie Spratt via Unsplash

In wild, neglected
corners of your heart
there is a medicine garden
where summer weeds
grow high as trees
and where, if you
lay down awhile
among the foxgloves
and the ferns, each flower,
each emerald leaf,
each soft-winged creature
and fleck of summer rain
will offer up its own deep song;
a light to call you home.

© Caroline Mellor 2020