Unseasonable
I thought I saw Spring
Finally peeking from under your shadow
But no warmth embraced
And no flowers bloomed
And I find myself senselessly angry
Staring at an empty flower pot again
Then dawn lights the sky
And I drop my spade
And watering can
Realizing there is no shame
Or abandonment
In only tending flowers in season
And ready to rise
Ready to drink the Holy Water
Deeply into their roots
And that it may be a relief
To both flower and gardener
To finally
Let it Be
And leave the potting shed
In search of other buds
---unAsleep