a competition

  I saw this advertised and thought of all the great ‘natural world’ poets in the Cross Border group – check it out…. Poetry Competition | Buxton Festival

The Gift

Neglected, the fleshy buds of your orchid lost their colour and the little lemony canopies turned oyster grey and started to crisp at the edges.   This morning, flat out and reluctant on my yoga mat, three bright-pink, full-lipped blossoms peaked out from under their dying hoods showing me all is not lost.