Scrambling over wintersweet, 
clematis,
Dry and dead, tinder tangled fronds, life gone.
No May frothy blanket of pink flowers 
To evoke the mountains of Montana. 

The snow maybe? A heavy fall flattened
Many shrubs last winter, blocked the foot-paths.
Thawed and froze into shining ice and frost,
Fur crystals, violet light in sagging drifts.

Briar rose emits distinct scent of apples
Vigorous thrust up, pruned stick from fire ashes. 
Under brush of new growth holly guarding
Ground covered in ivy and drying pots.

Drifts of pink geraniums scented leaves
Reach out, whilst rhizome stalks make knotted mats, 
Their cranes-bill beaks on slender stems, plant seeds,
Shield nettle and hogweed, persistent weeds.

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