A Lament by Lois Simpson

As summer ended and the blossoms fell,
And our favourite blooms went to seed as well,
 Into the bush the heads I brought.
I put them there without a thought
 

For old mum nature and her kin,
I didn't think it was a sin.

From ordered gardens they've been freed,
But in her backyard they're just a weed.
 

They'll grow up strong and smother the rest
So there's no place for the blue wren's nest.
 I could have mulched them to rot away
And use on my garden some other day.

Or if only the council would give me a bin!
Then I'd have something to throw it all in.