War of the Gardens

A gardens at wars
as each struggle
for their respected space
first daffodils
trumpet their colours
as the leaves fall
trees are stripped and frisked by the cold touch of winds force
hedged in against their will
the wild weeds take rose
her thorns pose no threat
against these seasoned pirates
as they trample violets patch
leaving their purple bruising petals
gasping for light
suffocating they lay hidden
underneath the lavender's skirts watching in fearful wilt
as Ivy climbs the walls
tumbling over
hopefully
to freedom