Trudi Doyle fineartamerica.com
He grew geraniums the old man did
Had a garden shed where he’d carefully
Winter over the roots year to year & then
Set them out in the spring when somehow
They would resurrect with an Easter faith
By the first of June dark with green leaf
The red blossoms seared a man’s heart
The art had been in his hands since
Apprenticing for the mad prince
The old man could spend the day
Tying up beans mulching cucumbers
Composting soil & fencing out the deer
When not in the garden he was in his shop
Building planter boxes holiday ornaments
Which she approved of enthusiastically
Happy that he was out from underfoot
One wonders how they had survived
The war years with such equanimity
Poet's Corner 