Ode to Wintering Geraniums
©Karla
Johnston, InnerConstellation.com
Every year they are brought indoors because
I can never bear to lose them to Tahoe's winter.
Four-inch annuals ten years ago
now fill the breadth of a sliding glass door.
Sitting upon my zafu*
I meet them most weekends,
clean the dead leaves
and collect red, heart-shaped petal offerings for the altar.
I've sat beside them for difficult phone conversations,
to journal great joys,
inhaling their pungent, earthy scent.
This year a tomato seed found home in their rich soil,
sprouted and bore fruit.
I'll care for it, too, through the winter
and gather more bright happiness.
*round, Zen meditation cushion
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