Through the window
and all the shades of green
a single spot of creamy white
like the orb of the moon
on a soft summer night
The very first pearl of the year
luminescent
harbinger of joyous celebration
on jeweled crown
Magnolia grandiflora
magnificence in perfection
almost too sweet for the eye
Geraniums
cheerful and lavish
blossoms of red and pink
white and red orange
explode
after gray days of rain
the heady aroma
awakens images of comfort
in grandmother’s garden
Bless the grace
called geranium
Love is like geraniums —
a profusion of beauty,
color and distinct perfume
yet rather common in it’s willingness
to flourish most
anywhere
“You can’t always hit it out of the ballpark”, he said.
“Yes”, she replied, “And…
A mother loves each
and every child
with all her heart.”
Each new effort
every creation
sparked by the Muse
expanded from the ethers
a new child
lovingly brought forth
Perhaps each delicate blossom
bears not full grown fruit
yet the beauty
of the shrunken petal
yearns for appreciation
for its flowering
and its shrinking
