In June the bush we call alder was heavy, listless, its leaves studded with galls, growing wherever we didn't want it.
Denise Levertov (1983). “Poems of Denise Levertov, 1960-1967”, p.97, New Directions Publishing

In June the bush we call alder was heavy, listless, its leaves studded with galls, growing wherever we didn't want it.