The Gertrude Munzemaier Prize
Confessions of an Amateur Horticulturalist
Here at last comes spring,
winter less trim
than in recent years. The thing
you revealed to him
was that you prized the smell
of gardenias and the hue
of purple irises. You went on to tell
that you once grew
only perennials with white
flowers, like the Boule de Neige rose.
Pinks and blues now offer delight
in your garden, but even those
you’d willingly give away
to allow sunflowers room to play.