The buds stayed closed
Through the softer rain
A pale green promise
With no date named
I checked the stems
I touched the soil
Nothing had fallen
Nothing had spoiled
The window kept
A patient grey
Light came in slowly
Then moved away
I used to count
What did not show
As if all quiet
Meant nothing grew
But roots do not ask
To be seen
Under the surface
They keep their green
No Bloom This Season
I will not call it failure
Some living things
Need hidden weather
No flower yet
No proof to give
I can stay closed
And still live
The tag still hangs
From a thin old string
A name for something
Not flowering
I turn the pot
But not too far
Some leaves protect
Where tender parts are
Not every silence
Means retreat
Some rooms grow quiet
To keep their heat
No Bloom This Season
I will not call it failure
Some living things
Need hidden weather
No flower yet
No proof to give
I can stay closed
And still live
Do not force the petals
Do not split the seam
A closed bud is not empty
It is keeping something green
No Bloom This Season
I can let it be
Not every branch
Owes color to me
No flower yet
No shame in this
I can rest low
And still exist
Leave the water light
Leave the window near
If nothing opens
I am still here
- Lyricist
Arlith Sove
- Composer
Mira Selve
- Producer
Owen Glasswick
- Vocals
Arlith Sove
Listen to No Bloom This Season by Arlith Sove
Streaming / Download
- 1
Humidity Gauge
Arlith Sove
- 2
Too Much Water
Arlith Sove
- 3
Vines on the Curtain Rod
Arlith Sove
- 4
Leaves I Kept Too Long
Arlith Sove
- 5
Wrong Soil
Arlith Sove
- 6
Root Circle
Arlith Sove
- 7
Pruned Too Late
Arlith Sove
- 8
Under the Grow Light
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- 9
The Pot Remembers
Arlith Sove
- 10
Repot Me Gently
Arlith Sove
- ⚫︎
No Bloom This Season
Arlith Sove
- 12
Room for the Roots
Arlith Sove
Inside the greenhouse that was supposed to protect her, her emotions slowly warped into the shape of their pot
Kindness that had been overwatered, vines that were never cut back, dead leaves she could not throw away, soil that never suited her
She was not withered
She simply had nowhere left to put down her roots
Arlith Sove's first album is a humid botanical art pop record that portrays emotion through the acts of growing, pruning, and repotting it
