Thistles

I visited the croft this morning and saw several spear thistles standing tall. They were attracting lots of insects; butterflies, hover flies and bees. Here is an excerpt of a poem I wrote last Summer. Thistles Majestic crowns, no blooms could surpass, Standing tall above feathery grass. At Summer’s end they fade and die, DispersingContinue reading “Thistles”