Escaping from her pond, she climbs
onto the rocks towards leaves of lime
Stepping sideways with a glance
She snuggles in and takes a chance
Stone grown Rick meets a watery flirt
Sweet and pink in a too-short skirt
She kisses quick then slides away
"I'm only here til the end of May."
He reaches out to kiss her twice
"From now til May sounds mighty nice."
My Lime Rickey heuchera grows in a pile of rocks next to a tiny pond surrounded by variegated water celery that may go dormant once our spring rains are over. The plants are intertwined and I imagine them as young lovers.