Perhaps the garden soil wants some food,
or maybe west is not the way to face,
or (likeliest) by too much shade I’m screwed,
but my wisteria does not keep pace
with all the neighbor vines around my place.
Where those abound with blooms, I’ve sparsity,
with scanty buds and stems resembling lace.
I’ll compost, but I’m keeping every tree.

(Ottava Rima)