Waiting For The Marigolds Poem by Alice Winters

If something old and familiar is ending,
Then something unknown and therefore terrifying is beginning.
The changes can be allusive,
Like the dust of late summer.
You begin to feel amorphous,
Alone and undefined.
You will wait for the light to come,
For the marigolds to bloom.
Your life will fade,
Like a fresh watercolor painting left out in the rain.
As you look you will find something old and familiar ending,
Yet something unknown and therefore terrifying beginning.