Fennel in Aradia’s garden

The fennel grown this season
Leapt into the air
Filled with scents and flavour
For all it’s world to share
It enjoyed the foxgloves
Good bedfellows we saw
Each providing comfort
Of that we did feel sure

Our ancestors loved fennel
For its aromatic fruits
The Romans grew with dignity
And loved its tender shoots
It helped their eyes see further
Chopped in salads does
Sweeten, it’s desirable
And gives a sandwich buzz

The stomach is eased gently
It’s ruler is Mars
It gives us all protection
Directly from the stars
In a herbal composition
It prefers to be away
Perhaps with the great foxglove
To dance the night away

Green and into golden
It wears it’s subtle hue
A mesh of golden seed pods
So it’s worth saving a few
Shake them in November
Into a dry tin
And wait until Jack Frost has left
For when spring does begin