In the Garden

Many years ago I planted honeysuckle, roses and a vine
at places along a brand new fence.
This year the vine scrambles over my cherry tree
with blousy leaves and pygmy grapes
the honeysuckle scents the air while
wrestling writhing pink roses that are
so well-thorned they defy pruning.
A purple clematis has stretched over
from next doors, keen to join the lively party.
The presence of the fence is implied only by
marked lean as the opulent weight of green abandon
has cracked the posts sundering their hold
upon the rich earth beneath.
It is evident that Nature, if left, grows
and I wonder what else is waiting for a spring
where it might seed again.

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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