FLORAL:

Tulips pink in her pretty cheeks & jasmine in her hair,

Clover-green her precious eyes & poppy lips in prayer,

Lilacs, lupins & lavenders are painted on her little toes,

Within her smile, I see the flash of the sultry blood-red rose.

The pretty bloom dances, petaled amid the heathered hills,

Where the clustered emerald ivy droops, tumbles and spills,

Softly and gently waving gaily, with frilled arms of cyan blue,

Kissing the sunny daffodils with joyous love and sunrise dew.

Garbed in pretty printed petticoats of proteas and peonies,

She spins and twirls and flies away on floral scented breeze,

As soft as dandelions and as sweet as berries of red and blue,

The colours of the angel’s rainbows, reflected in every hue.

In spring she prances in snowdrop´s virginal, bridal white,

Summering in gowns of warm, caressing and dappled light,

In velvet autumn rust and gold, she waltzes to her sleepy bed,

And in wintering ice, she dresses in holly´s festive Yule red.

Floral lady, earth´s Queen of nature´s fickle fashion,

Pretty maiden of pastels and dame of unbridled passion,

Woman for all seasons, maid, mother and eternal crone,

Hail to you sweet flower, upon your petaled floral throne.