Lily Of The Valley
Three times within a single day
by Susy Evelyne
Straying out of your usual way
To pass lily of the valley
En masse in a garden's gulley -
Might seem to be a curious folly;
A sign perhaps of one obsessed.
But that small detour will be blessed
With the fragrance of May, second to none,
Rising from grey shower-splashed stones
Where sprays of ivory 'clochette' bells
Cast on the air their intoxicating spell.