Only a Season

I will never sing again.

My voice is cut by the quickening wind

and sharp shrill sting carried within.

Hush, little one,

it is only a season.

I will never grow again.

Frozen sheets are over my head,

I am trapped within my earthy bed.

Hush, little one,

your life is not done.

I will never bloom again.

My leaves have all left

and my branches are spent.

Hush, little one,

more leaves will come.

I will never shine again.

A thick gray has covered

my warm rays of Summer.

Hush, little one,

your light is not gone.

This silence is temporary,

your stagnance, momentary.

You are barren for a moment

but your light is yet potent.

Trust in me

and go to sleep.

I will wake you

at Spring’s first breakthrough.

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