A dark period turned around

Out of Season

Carefully tend the garden,
protect her from the weather.
She’s only out of season,
not gone away forever.

She amazed us with her beauty,
bloomed in vivid colors,
graced us the summer long,
standing taller than the others.

The sun doesn’t shine on her today,
her colors are starting to fade,
forgotten in her broken stage,
she slowly withers away.

Cover her now, keep her safe,
she’s in a dormant season.
Her roots run deep into the earth,
searching for new meaning.

Her tears will turn to showers,
if you love her while she’s there.
Then she will blossom again,
when spring is in the air.

© Sandy Knauer, 1998