A tradescantia is pictured below – a green and purple plant in most cases with lovely patterns on its leaves, and that can be beautifully distracting when the light hits it right. Or when you’re supposed to be writing poetry.
The purple green leaves of the plant on the windowsill catch my attention more than the page; the vibrant green on grey smell of trees after the rain washes through the open window. My mug is empty; my mind more so. I turn phrases in widening circles as the flights of birds that wheel away, out of sight; I go to make another cup of tea.
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~ Lucy x