Tangled Vines

Inside a gate stands a long forgotten garden Once full of beauty and floral aglow Now unkempt from years of neglect How beautiful it once appeared Tended with loving care ,the flowers thrived Now, only the wind, howls and carries the seeds Placing them in crevices, to grow in the wild The tangled vines of the Ivy, wound itself, Around many plants, strangling the life So it would not survive the upcoming years Now the garden sits derelict in the sun and rain Lost in the glamor of yesteryear. 7/19/13