Companion planting

Squirrel run boughs denuded at leisure

in seasonal whims, reveal a treasure

in blossom, white, as frost

lays its measure

on lawn, leaf and lair.

In summer, this hybrid,

showed little in pleasure,

raised roots in protest

at pressure for moisture,

space, all stressors;

heaved through soil,

face first to hot air.

Like bones unearthed of predecessors

serve as reminder of depth, new aggressors

compete for a share, terratorial seizure,

force old from beds to new turf,

leaving the home of their birth.

Sharp wind as sever

to beauty in winter,

petals shiver their fall

to the earth.,