Ode to the Geranium

Grandma's favorite - red of course

But pink and white come to play

With palm size leaves.

Bugs will not eat, no disease to spray.

Your colorful heads

Unfold bright red

Cheering us the

Summer long

When autumn freeze

Comes along

I lift you gently from your nest.

Trim your green way back

Lay you lovingly to rest

In a cool dark place beneath

Summer grass and drying hay

Where you sleep and dream away

Until Robin Redbreast comes to play

And Jack Frost fades away

I lift you gently from your slumber.

Trim your meager soft white roots,

And plant you in spring's soft warm dirt.

You, like my dreams of old,

Grow once more

In the crevices of my soul.