Garden behind a fallen fence

Garden behind the fallen fence,
in a frozen storm, in the snow.
Suddenly I saw with a critical eye,
and decided to write. I can

pass the mess,
unkempt, broken appearance.
Someone will say: the beds are not visible here.
Prosperity does not bode well!

So what if the site is abandoned,
maybe people left to fight?
Maybe someone decided without looking back,
from fate, far, run away?!