Inverness Belle in Florida

You take your chimes with you, like the weather:

The sun you love, avidly pursuing

Around the globe, whenever you escape

The greyness, the beating of the doldrums.

How the sun loves your neck, rays pouring down,

Making a temple of your throat, rising

Like slow-march steps up to a ziggurat,

A flower of Scotland in that hot land.

Your vivid smile glows a happy picture,

Palm trees waving to you in the background:

T-shirt to flip-flops, your tender figure

Curled on a bench near the alligators.

Basking like them, yet your smile is for real,

A sun-kist lassie, banishing the dreich.