~~~ Garden Mum ~~~
~ Garden Mum ~
Like the sprig from a phlox she appeared unto thee,
Blooming cheeks of peony, coral smile, warm and free;
She’s a stitcher of seams, lo, repairer of dreams,
Salmon fuschia beams, flush this dutiful queen.
Scents of catmint breath, ‘neath thy fringe flowered lashes;
Pure dianthus heart, dipped in thick, sweet molasses;
Creamy orchid visage vaunts thy vogue, august style,
Of her hunter’s new moons’, vulpine wild stately dial.
Then she squints at this world, through old rose-coloured specs,
Bathed in wisdom, which knows just what life’s dealing next;
Kneeling low, in thy umbel-strewn garden that preaches,
Wisps her hair, peppered lint from a teddy-bear’s breeches.