I had a rosebush
fresh and sweet.
I loved it's fragrant ways
as the seasons came and went
we grew together.
I saw the colour,
beautiful petals,
shapely leaves.
I breathed
deeply
taking in the rose scent.
Then came a winter
longer than most.
I hadn't noticed my rosebush
perhaps I neglected it.
One day I saw the rosebush
differently.
Somehow it seemed slightly withered
with thorns
(I hadn't noticed them before).
Why had it seemed such a special flower?
I couldn't remember.
I don't go to that corner of the garden now
Perhaps
now it can ramble
free
of me.
