Andrea Millette 

we went tip-toeing along a path towards the garden

here they used to sit in the shade through a long, lazy summers day

already summer was in the air

there it rose, in pride, not modesty

the sun rose upon a tranquil world

when the weather is fair and settled

for it had a stately beauty, a mellowed dignity

halfway down a by-street

walking south, one faces its porch

and all the world was bright and fresh

with warm quick rains and a sudden frothing of pink

and some outbuildings down a piece the other side

quite alone, standing back from the road

and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air

the day was going fast now

we cut along the path around the garden fence

familiar as it stands in its rusty old age

the houses were as handsome and unusual as I remembered