Long ago I planted roses
honeysuckle and a vine
to grow along a brand new fence.
Now the vine scrambles far and wide
with all twined with honeysuckle
that scents the air as it
wrestles writhing heavy pink roses
so well-thorned they may defy pruning.
A purple clematis has stretched over
from next door
keen to join the lively party.
The fence is now hidden
implied only by a marked lean
after our opulent green abandon
cracked each post
sundering their hold
upon the rich earth beneath.
It is evident that Nature
grows wild and strong
and I wonder what else is waiting for a spring
where it might sprout once more.