Unexpectedly, a Begonia

A pot of soil rescued from obscurity

Sits comfortably on the windowsill

New violet babies nestling aside

Mother leaf. At first glance

Long stems seemed odd

The strange one of this family

Of petite squat dumplings,

Too leggy, too awkward, a non-

Conformist going its own way.

Only when the leaves unfurled

With stoic elegance, did I notice

Streaks of beauty so striking

That no depth of green would

Again match a green such as this:

Pigment ground from a thousand

And one ancient river-green inks,

Nor would a grace so humble

Quietly appear, to preside so

Among my potted friends.

 

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