Tender Hour Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Oh spirit of this darkened hour
The flowers have passed away
Too often gardens are growing under showers
Then so washed away

Life bequeaths a sum of endless flowers
For now, there is no blame
An empty feeling, another morrow
Be it as it may

Each gave promise for a lovely color
Bitter weeds have grown in place
And still the wish within desire
Is calling out a name

Oh dear flower, how longing remains
A wish with every prayer
Flowers sweet, once so many
One so very rare

Silence betrayed so much unspoken
Enchanting simple flower
Freely loved, then loved no more
Away the tender hour

(04/27/2024)