FRAGRANT SWEET PEAS
Multi-coloured fragrance spread along a delicate stem,
In late evening I oft go into the garden and gather them,
That is when the perfume is sweetest, wafting on the air,
In a lovely summer garden a flower loved everywhere.

So many colours mingled together at the glace of the eye,
Fluttering in the warm breeze like many a scented butterfly
Dancing in delight, begging to be set free to sly away,
But they are still there are you pass by them the next day.

From the darkest of deep purple paling to the purest white,
Shades of red, pink and cream. I wish they could take flight
And soar heavenward, colours and fragrance filling the sky,
That cannot be, but I will watch them until they fade and die.

This year I will plant more of them along the sunny back wall
Watch those fine tendrils stretch up so frail, yet strong and tall,
Then one early summer morning I will awake and hope to see,
A mass of multi-coloured fragrance, a sight of wondrous beauty.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 March 2004