I must go back

Do roses bloom as once they did      
Snow fall on the Cypress tree      
Just in time for Christmas      
With holly berries red  at Michaelmas?      
And was the Ivy on the wall      
Sparrows noisy chatter      
In the rampant leaves?      
The garden shed still leaning      
And padlock never locked?      
       
I must go back to see the roses      
Snow flakes on the Cypress  tree      
Perhaps this year at Christmas      
Make a wreath of holly berries      
Listen to sparrows' noisy chatter      
Crowding in dark green leaves      
Of the ivy on the wall and        
Find the garden shed still leaning      
And turn the padlock key.