Hiding beneath the darkness
Not knowing what you will be
You winter in impatience
Part of a mysterious and green maternity

Movement begins with slowness and purpose
Moisture splashes against your growth
Warmth and Wind both comfort and caress
Strength and vulnerability insist on your friendship

Pushing up and outward, wonder gives way
“A bud, that’s what I am,” you say
Oval and slender, ever elongating
But that is not all…a force within yearns for expression

Once more, the turmoil of mistaken identity
And now a pain, demanding release
Layers of softness suddenly become conscious
A Striving spectrum of vitality and visibility

Then a crack appears, unlocking upwards
Folds of force greet tender light and dew
Warmth beckons the fullness to perfection
Raptured color stands tall and proud

Yet…such short hours of clarity wane
The bright light dims and weakness steals in
“Who am I now?” you ask in annoyance
Wilting, you fade into grayness, then night

…. but somehow you recall this feeling from before
Can it be a return?, or maybe a repeat?
Confused but hopeful, frustrated yet peaceful
Darkness nurtures, preparing for a future season of light!

 

Tpt 5-6-04