‘Remedies’
Overgrown, fat red globes
Like lanterns with spiky flames
escaping
Barely able to sway in a late
summer breeze.
Book of remedies, contained in
hedgerows
Rosehips giving up dense packed
centres
To a sour syrup banishing colds of
the heart and the head.
Royal purple firewood flowers
Cotton thrifts of seeds, soft and
feathery in the hand
Woven into blankets to stave winter
chills.
A triangle of wilderness,
stragglers and country interlopers
Ferns reach out gentle green arms
to brush fingertips
Memories to bind and to cure.
(One of my poems from my writing course. It's a meditation on the turn from late summer to Autumn and the simple hedgerow remedies used to medicate our health and our hearts.)