Will he Marry Me?

In innocence, the fragrant colored freesia
dreams under the shy robinia tree
waiting to know if the red hot poker
will marry her in the month of May,

where she will wear a wedding gown
of blue and gold trandescantia
trailing softly along behind her
followed by the little flower girls,

Primula, primrose and frangipani
all white, pink and yellow
and the bridesmaid, forget me not
with her bright blue eyed smile,

searching for sweet scented damask rose
who dances with gold rings on her toes
to the sound of blue gentian trumpet
who loves to be the bell that tolls.