Poems From The Porch

The spider lilies are making their appearance again,

and the calla lilies are observing me from behind the large wind chimes;

true red and orange-red.

The bush near the porch is displaying her gardenias,

and opposite to her is the bush with a sprinkling of roses;

white and pink-infused red.

The porch containers offer flower spindles,

and from other pots are sprawling vines;

violet and lavender.

There is yellow blooming in the garden,

and purple overflowing nearby.

Out beyond all these is a sea of green,

and further still, grey and blue.

The idea of favorites seems absurd.

As with people, there is beauty in each.