I am breaking through My skin Like a damp flower That doesn’t know where else to go But grow into The nothingness of Air that gives her life But I never saw The patient beauty Of fallow winter When it was too harsh To bloom into biting winds Until sky kissed leaf And dirt nudged root. It is time. And I never savored That green cocoon Before the bud, Where petals hummed Blind Against breeze Until they burst forth, Seeing sky And each other For the first time. This is it. I just remembered The smells And colors And how I never wanted them to end. Blind petals So stuck on budding That I forgot If I was a rose or a lily or a tumbleweed.
(Image of poem interpreted by MidJourney, AI)
It is time 🌹