Hangs her heavy head

At spring’s passing.


Text (c) Jackie Le Poidevin

An odd one to post on the Spring equinox, but I’m catching up as usual and this is for Carpe Diem: Melancholy. Keats told readers of his Ode on Melancholy to “glut thy sorrow… on the wealth of globed peonies”. I certainly do every time ours flower and I realise I’ve forgotten to stake them again and they flop on the ground.