red, black and gold entry 1

THE GARDEN

I love the garden.

The fresh, spring air in any season,

With luscious green leaves brushing against my skin.

I used to be skittish at the feeling, but

Lately, I’ve embraced it.

A moth drawn to a flame.

I love walking on the sidewalk

And breathing in the sweet air.

The flowers perfume the greenhouse.

I used to cover my nose, but

Lately, I’ve submitted to it.

A swan drawn to the water.

My favorite flowers are the sunset zonal geraniums.

They sound silly, but I assure you they are more than their name.

The bright red encapsulates my gaze and draws me in nearer and near.

I fear I will cut myself with the thorns and bleed the same shade.

Too close and I’ll never be the same, torn to shreds.

My heart clenches and my hands shake.

But, I have loved the garden ever since I noticed the geraniums.

I’m still learning about them, but

I feel myself smile at the sight of them,

Blooming in their element surrounded by flowers of other colors.

They suit each other nicely.

I hope red will suit me even better.