
Seeds,
like unborn children
lay unplanted
in their colorful envelopes
waiting for another spring
when they may find rich earth
and soft rain to make them grow.
Birds sit with heads cocked,
staring at empty feeders
while butterflies flit away
in search of sweeter fields.
There... where the life-giving sun
sends it's brightest rays
rests a newly planted lilac tree -
a living epitaph for a life lost
out of season.
Tea has gone cold.
Shaky hands barely hanging on
to the chipped teacup,
the gardener looks out the window
and quietly, weeps.
Summer has passed the garden by.