Caladiums

My eyes wander across the living room, through the sliding glass doors and screened in porch and 

Ahhh, Hello Caladiums. 

And because they are polite but very lazy, 

Summer
- in a whisper is how they return the greeting.  

As I gaze, they continue their lounging, offering only their company, which is quite enough amidst the slow murmur of these senses of mine. 

The pretty pink bursts, 

the quiet rustling of leaves, 

the [relative] coolness of dirt beneath, 

the weight of a summer afternoon shower fast approaching, 

and glorious sweet tea on the tongue 

intermingling to form a most delicious lull. 

And of me, they ask nothing, expect nothing, and judge nothing.

What a nice little garden party we did have. The Caladiums, my five senses and me.