The Gardener. (Newly Completed Poem).

Blue Hyacinth for Mr. Thompson,

Dying last night while the north wind

                                                swirled

            in shrieking fits

That shattered the lattice porch

          beneath his window. 

A pompous man who, as Advent neared,

Sprinkled wine and words over seed trays

                 to invoke his dream of April.

And then, on Christmas Eve,

His chubby fingers working overtime,

Stuffed spring bulbs into treacle tins

To give to friend and neighbour.

Springtime was always on his mind

However bleak the winter;

And tinsel hung on plastic trees

Simply not his style.

Blue Hyacinth for Mr. Thompson.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter,

February 4th. 1963 - June 18th. - 29th. 2023.