Though no gardener tends
Even among the thistles
Your beauty shines
Just yesterday the white fence, posing as a trellis, was adorned with wild red roses, which it wore proudly as if poised for a June wedding.
Just yesterday, the white fence patiently waited for a bride to enhance the heady fragrance it wore or perhaps even a June graduate wearing a bright smile under a capped gown to stand tall amid the picturesque scene it and the rose had created.
Never mind, the thistles below nor the high grasses that threatened, its beauty far outweighed them.
The fence was secure, serenely dreaming, enjoying the surrounding beauty of nature.
The Gardener across the way agreed and admired from afar as a wandering Photographer stopped to capture the meeting of color embracing white. Just yesterday this little corner of the world was harmoniously picture perfect.
Today, in the heat of a June afternoon, an angry, overworked young husband, stress weighing heavily upon his shoulders, took up the task of weekend lawn warrior.
In haste to complete his “honey-do” list before the nightly news he changes his little corner of the world with just a pair of clippers and a lawnmower.
The white fence now stands naked among the short grass. rose petals ebbing where thistles grew. The Gardener across the way weeps and wishes for yesterday.
Rose petals ebb
The white fence stands naked
A Gardener weeps
Haibun
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 