The Geranium

    “The Geranium,” Ensign, Mar. 1990, 7

    The Geranium

    It had three leaves last fall

    And those so very small

    That saving it at all

    Seemed more like waste than not.

    And still, to let it die

    of cold was more than I

    Could do; so, with a sigh

    I put it in a pot.

    At length its three leaves grew

    To five—but those, it’s true,

    Though glossy, were small, too.

    Yet, taken from the room

    And set outdoors, it first

    (Of all my plants the worst

    Last fall) has quickly burst

    Into bright-clustered bloom.

    How needless was despair

    When blossoms rich and fair

    Were latent, rooted there—

    The miracle is begun,

    Needing but warmth and sun.

    Photography by John J. Reid