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?”…