The donkeys are growing flowers on their farm,
treading quietly with flinted hooves,
driving seed to earth
and in their footsteps will root Catchfly, Fumitory,
Stinking Chamomile, Prickly Poppy.
Then will creep vole and field mouse,
air will be deep with flutter of lark, song of bee.
And in moonlight sweet as hay,
the hare will leap again and again.
Liz McPherson
One of the Headingley Open Gardens collection. Click to see the full list