In a greying feaux-Tuscan pot,
the Reb Begonia;
blushing, heart-shaped petals
and buxom rouge-fringed leaves.
The pansies;
purple, dappled yellow,
a sickly shade
yet shining somehow like the sun.
They sit and quiver in the breeze,
apparently at home, at ease.
The lavender, sharp yet demure,
sitting upright;
sharing it’s peppery scent with me,
stems growing away toward the sun.
Drying dirt gathered
where tile meets pot.
A mark of nourishment,
a blight to the obsessive human eye.
Scarlet Begonia
This is a slice of life piece. A moment of awareness described as vividly as possible.