Whatever time of year it is, you are sure to be on show.
With seeds that scatter to the wind, or petals all aglow.
A vibrant yellow amongst the fields, a sunny disposition.
Tracking golden orb across the sky, whatever its position.
A winter flower as much as spring, to you we can rely.
When down in mood, depressed a bit, and all we do is cry.
Many tears could well be shed, for both happy and the sad.
Not everybody’s taste are you, gardener’s sight, far from glad.
For the stalwart of the pasture, persistent pest upon the lawn.
You divide opinion of the many, the less hopeful, more forlorn.
Of the more converted though, your essence is a must.
There for us each day on day, to you we are to trust.
For your message to us all, is the faith that we must keep.
When all of hope looks lost, and watered lids do seep.
For despite all the odds we see, there’s unexpected twist.
A surprise or two in store, of a situation to be fixed.
There’s still joy to come, silken threads before unseen.
Connecting us to a solar path, ever onwards towards our dream.
Interlaced like spiders webs, strands criss and cross at will.
Taking us closer to a divine plan, where spirits lift and fill.
By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020
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