Wind the propagator propels air-borne seeds
To urban refuge and new opportunity
Where they germinate, elongate, grow, and flower,
Roots seeking soil, making do with mortar and render,
As, persistent in its invader role,
Buddleia grips a gable cliff, dispensing offspring
From house wall warmth into frigid space
And a clear night of stars backdrops the only alien here.
Superb!
Thank you!