I have always hated begonias
for no rational reason
until this year
when the darn things
keep blooming
no matter what
the weather does
no matter what
other plants come and go,
sunflowers and roses
dying from too much rain
or not enough.
I never knew how plucky
begonias were,
all pink and shades of pink,
the red geraniums struggling
to keep up appearances
while in the back yard,
unperturbed tansy and
Jerusalem artichokes
sing yellow to the bluest sky.