Across the road

Next door

In my yard

Trees meticulously trimmed and shaped

Wild and overbearing

Our gardens are winning

Sucked dry of all detritus

Sickly, dying, from some unknown blight

Battle of time and energy

Singular in their glory

Secret pockets of blooms

Goldenrod flourishes amid spent daylilies

No one casting shade upon another

Hidden gems forgotten

Husks of abandoned roses linger amid towering milkweed