A snowdrop winked at the crocuses.
“Beautiful friends,” she said,
“We are heralds of better days.”
A daffodil was chatting to a daisy.
She uttered dainty words.
The daisy giggled sonorously.
A rose turned her ruffled head
Towards the lily.
“I’m so happy, so happy to be here.”
A bluebell resonated in the breeze.
“Spurr-ringh,” she chanted.
The dandelion nodded with glee.
I didn’t like the voices of the flowers.
Too joyous. Too high-pitched.
I went round the garden pulling them out.
It was then the flower ambulance
Howled into view.
It was then the toy police car came
and took me away.
Linda Marshall
One of the Headingley Open Gardens collection. Click to see the full list