Where last years leaves and weeds decay
March violets are in blow
I’d rake the rubbish all away
And give them room to grow
My favourite poem on gardens and gardening. He’s not even in a garden, but he responds like a gardener to the wild flowers. Like Wordsworth’s his heart was dancing but what he tells us about is the nurturing impulse.
Lovely poem,lovely John Clare,lovely Jonathan Trustram x