~ Mon Jardin De Toile ~
(My Garden Canvas)
The canvas lay blank, untouched and bare,
Waiting for someone to give it some care.
Time went on and passed slowly by,
Until it was seen by an Artist eye.
The Artist thought deeply and drew up a plan,
Then carefully took up a brush in hand.
The vision consisted of color, with grace,
Each stroke that was made, would have its own place.
Flowers were chosen, then planted from seed,
From here, the Artist knew, just how to proceed.
The rows were laid out, straight and precise.
The garden was meant to bring joy and entice.
The garden was tended from morning to night,
Many would stop to admire the beautiful sight.
With time the picture began to appear,
In the Artist mind, it had always been clear.
Soon it sprung forth with all of its might,
Colors and fragrances that gave great delight.
The Artist stood.......then looked back and saw,
The Garden Canvas in all of its awe.
KET
Dedicated to my Aunt Karen Roncari, my namesake. Aunt Karen had a makeshift studio in Grandma Emily's basement. As a young girl, I would peek in and see some of her work, very carefully of course, since we were not to be messing in there. As an adult I grew to have a love of gardening and I would post my garden photos online. She was the one who made the comment on how my flower beds were like a canvas, thus began the beginning of a poem. She was recently working on a garden floral painting, which in turn inspired me to finish the poem.
