Elderflower Cordial


We waited for the dayís full sun
to ripen every flowerhead,
then plucked them till the task was done;
ĎAnother fruitful year,í you said.

We steeped the flowers in sugared bowl
with slices of sour lemon.
Their scent is Summerís very soul;
A draught from sparkling heaven.

Maggie McLean

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