heart shaped leaves

blood stained

nodding yellow bonnets

sour grass

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The above words are an excerpt from Oxalis, one of my latest poems. 

Until recently I accepted the conventional idea of weeds - annoying plants ruining gardens and needing to be eradicated. Now I see food, natural dyes and hardy colonisers preparing the soil for other pants to grow.  There is much beauty in weeds.

Let me know what you think of the poem in the comments below.