So opposed to prose poetry
Nonetheless, worthy of attention 
Shall I mention?
Many moments of recollection 
A single scarlet bloom
Growing unseasonally cool
Garden bed
Across the way, down vale
Over ridge
Nestled in sweet Cove
Treasures behold
Peppermint gums overhead
Cacophony of parrots inhabit
Colonial-aged gums
Too wide to embrace
Nigh on fifteen years
Since the first bloom begun
A mere bud
Swaying to the tune of her own song
Now grown, pruned, renewed
How wonderful to recall
Glimpses of past seasons
Of years between us
Now the breadth of which
Becomes relatively small
What say you to celebrating
One more year gone?
Until our blooming is done
Rose hip tea, anyone?