|Spanish Needles (Bidens alba)|
I wrote this poem to express my conflicted love of Bidens:
Ode to Bidens
Where Bidens grows there is no doubt,
Butterflies will be about.
Its snow-white flowers with yellow dots,
Insects like an awful lot.
Nice green leaves give places to hide for
Beetles or a little spider.
Seeds that spread on wind and air,
On trouser legs, my shirt, my hair.
You're easy to grow, it isn't hard,
But just not in my own front yard.