Ixora flower, woods flame: A Poem
Ixora flower, woods flame: A Poem Red flowers in garden deep, Ixora wakes from leafy sleep. A little bush, a flame so bright, Four petals catching morning light. Jungle's whisper, woods aflame, A tropic tale, a fiery name. Geranium's kin, but redder still, Tropical thrill, on land and hill. Home garden's choice, a bold display, Of red-kissed hues, come what may. Easy kept, in sunshine warm, Sheltered in shade, shielded from harm