The quince that had to be propped up
and was so thankful for the attention
that its prop started to sprout.
The cherry that blossoms always just
for my late winter
early spring birthday.
The willow surrounded by concrete
mum told me was her favourite
in the whole city.
Remembered the happiness it reflected
when my brother was just born.
That she’d made the right decision
To build a life right here,
Where willows grow through concrete.
Jess Bunyan is a dabbler of writing and sewing an admirer of plants and trees. She’s an activist working towards societal change. She was born and remains a Bristolian.