The old guy in the house behind ours, cared well for his wife and neglected their garden.
Honeysuckle twisted in hedgerows. Sweet passion vine weighed down fence wire.
Leaves rotted. Roses clambered, rangy and wild, through tall blades and fingerprint flowers.
(Blooms swayed - heavy with bees,
butterflies flickered through stems.
Hedgehogs knotted the long grass,
and birds colonised trees)
A gardener kept clear a small patch of lawn, where love's steadfast form sat-out on slow, sunny days.
She died first.
He died the following winter.