Tall in petaled loveliness,
Limned against the glass,
Her garish red geranium
Nods coyly as you pass.
Bemused at how you're bundled
To fend against the storm
Beckons you invitingly
To come in where it's warm.
The hands that made this blossoming
Enshrine one little spot
Where springtime is forever
In a flower pot.
(First published in Along the Lane: Dedicated to the memory of Thomas William Larsen, who lost his life in World War II)
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