Elderflower Cordial



We waited for the day’s full sun
to ripen every flowerhead,
then plucked them till the task was done;
‘Another fruitful year,’ you said.

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

Maggie McLean

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