Planting

Once a year I buy some soil
And flowers, brightly hued,
To fill my planters, knowing that
I'll smile whene'er they're viewed.

Petunias in purple plus
Geraniums in red,
Along with sunny marigolds,
Now share a potting bed.

They liven up the porch and add
A welcome meant for all
Who pass my home or even better,
Drop by for a call.

But really, they are there for me.
A gardener I'm not,
Yet even I can fill my pots
With plants I like a lot.