At the highest point on the tree, you stretch, reaching for the sun.

Your pink petals elegant in their grace, you stand alone. 

Bravest of all, for leaves have yet to come to offer shade

Branches bare except for furry buds that will soon follow in imitation of your daring first move.

Intrepid flower of Spring, I feel like you in my yearning for the Sun!

beginnings

so much still hidden

unrevealed

tender

 held close 

uncurling slowly

surely

revealing

layer after layer

of what might be

will be

yielding

strong

vital

alive

opening

unfolding

becoming

Here is the child of Spring reaching out.

Her happy heart light and gay.

Her bright colors sparking in the sunlight.

Poppy, you show how I feel

As I sense the birthing of life around me.

Embraced in newness,

I dance with joy and excitement.