red and white begonias red blooms pouring over the sides blood red petals dripping onto the stairs screaming red you could hear from the street the neighbors turned their heads heard everything but in the end went back inside and closed their doors white could not compete but tried oh it tried all day delicately, intricately sometimes exquisitely dropping a petal that went unnoticed jealously lamenting that she had nothing to give nothing wanted nothing red until her great snowflake petal tears sailed across the garden in a moonlit armada but by now the world slept only red saw the silent invasion and was in awe ~XineAnn