FLORAL FRIPPERIES:

Please dance me through fine floral fripperies,

Through golden fields of phlox & blood red poppies,

To places where small love-lorn violets gently weep,

To where lupines whisper secrets to forget-me-nots,

And dandelions pay homage to the long necked rose.

 

Please dance me through dark green emerald forests,

Along cool banks of stoned, reeded & giggling rivers,

To where bluebells tickle ferns & golden daffodils silly,

To where hiccoughing brooks tease old mossy cress,

And petal quilts are stitched by nature´s nimble fingers.

 

Please dance me through a safari of fine floral senses,

Not through imprisoned blooms in shop, stall, bed & pot,

But to where wildness runs amok, within sap filled veins,

To the places where flora reigns, rampant within her lust,

Dance, dance, dance me, to places where flowers are free.