31 December – Leafy mockery

When the year is fading fast
and there’s little growth to see,
I’m not impressed to find
Hart’s Tongue sticking out at me.
It only highlights the largely bare soil
that reminds of all that’s been lost
to the seasons’ sorrowful turning
and the bitter biting frost.
Another day I’d laugh
to see its silly bleurgh
but not while I’m reflecting
on all I’ve left behind this year.
For I’m already tongue-tied,
groping for words and deeper meanings,
and am simply not in the mood for plants
that are so cavalier with others’ feelings.

31 December - Leafy mockery