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