Only a Geranium

Written by: Angie Mae

It is only a geranium
blooms with steady scorches
unswerving loyal drizzles
and swells with glorious colours
that seldom waver to impressions 
as one passes by

 I am only there to contribute, 
take from such beauty all that I can endure
and perhaps as I gain courage  
seed a few more each weekend
until the mornings consist of fresh perceptions
 captivating admiration
and if I need to escape, 
walk out the back gate, 
it is only because 
I often forget to remind myself
it is only a geranium.