The dark glistens mid-day
and raindrops
the size of watermelons
plop
on the plump of August.
Soon September.
Tag Archives: geranium
Disconnections: July 17.18
In elephantine pirouette
I dance around my deck
bending, leaning, stretching
twisting leg and neck
camera poised and ready
in effort all agley’d
to capture in mid-flight
a wispy floating seed.
It can’t be seen by others
observers might be flummoxed
wondering what I’m chasing
delusional and lummoxed.
I cannot get a focus
on ary single one
the geranium sighs and whispers
I’ll show you how it’s done:
you stay quite still and quiet
don’t let on you care
and it will come to you
like silvery tickly air.
Connections: September 12.17
Oneupmanship rages
in late garden staples:
the geranium will not be outdone
by the maples.
Connections: September 3.16
If ever a bit of beauty
reached out
distilling itself from life’s blur
hailed us
this is it.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: June 1
Connections: May 30
I have a gardener friend
who messes me up no end
she jumbles my cranium
with pelargonium/geranium
and sends me ’round the bend.
Connections: January 20
Surprise, surprise, dear reader!
No snow, no ice, no frost!
But a heady hued reminder
that hope is hid, not lost.
Canard, you say?
Well, I don’t know.
But today I need
to think it so.
Connections: January 15
People, meaning well,
say I should have a pet.
Little do they know
I have the best one yet.
Meet my pet geranium:
content in sunny latitude
it contemplates the weather
in vaguely feline attitude.
It may not twitch a tail
nuzzle, wag, or purr,
but I don’t have to walk it
or vacuum up its fur.
My friends are quite like-minded
and, taller than they by half,
is their twining placid rosy
pet bougainvillea giraffe.
With thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
