The Silent Season Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

A garden once lush, now shifts in its bloom,
The sun hangs lower, casting shadows of gloom,
Yet in this change, new seeds find their room.

A river once steady now twists and turns,
Its waters run hot, then icy it burns,
Yet within its flow, resilience learns.

The clock in its tower ticks faster, then slow,
Marking the rhythms only time could bestow,
Each chime a reminder of cycles we know.

A phoenix of self, shedding feathers of old,
Its flames burn bright, unyielding and bold,
Rising anew with a story retold.

The moon waxes less, her light softly dims,
But her wisdom now dances on the edge of her whims,
A quiet revolution within her hymns.

Menopause, the pause where strength is revealed,
A battlefield crossed, yet the spirit is steeled,
In the heart of its storm, a new dawn is sealed.