Address to the Aphid

(Poem: 10.6.21) For why must you my plants infest –Condemn yourself, all-time, to be,Nothing more than a petty garden pest? To you, nature truly is a cruel jest,It’s beauty spurns you, in all degrees;And so, with malice, you must the rose infest; Forthwith to slowly drain them, without rest,Till disease or death is all thatContinue reading “Address to the Aphid”