A sentinel bush marking ten years
Planted as a promise of better days to come
Each year the promise kept
Of briars and thistles swept

Walking paths through the trees now beckon
Colts and canines greet at the fence
Prancing in rehearsed unison

Rose scent wafts in a swirl
Allowing us respite under the shadows
Shielded by Susan’s rose

Susan’s rose

NaPoWriMo day 22