bloomsville

walking home from the tube one day,
with the camera in hand and the sun in my eye;
i spotted a pretty yellow flower,
growing steadily in a hedge nearby.


"that's a weird lil flower",
i heard myself say,
(no wider then 2 inches);
no wonder i didn't see it yesterday.


crossed a narrow road,
walked pass that friendly grocer;
behind him i noticed;
was an interesting looking creeper.

is a rose a flower or a weed?
if grown so wild, so carefree;
i dare not imagine its fate,
if someone plans to clear that gate.


now, what else do i see?
not very far away from me;
tiny purplish pretties,
popping everywhere like daisies.


i must have gone overboard,
taking so many pictures that day;
a strange act in my little neighbourhood,
for a passerby asked whether i was "OK".


almost reaching home,
walking pass my neighbour's garden;
i stole another shot or two;
of her tiny little Eden.


too bad i don't know their names,
of these beautiful flowers;
well, i could start googling them,
but alas, that would take hours.