Delicately and quietly
Sprouting out of fresh ancient earth
Retaining the memory of snow
But pouring blossoms
Nonetheless
Budding is only natural
And it is only natural that
The golden rays feed the thirst
Inviting desire and a name
Fanning out to all of creation
A snapped branch
An off-color pink inviting my glance
A luring peach, that scent
Reminiscent of rain and sunlight
Causing me to feed into the obsession
The silent language of mud and dirt
Giving forth another flower
Scarlet and demure dancing
Reflection ripples forceful demands
The flicker of an eye, a lash, a tongue
It’s only a tiger lily
Protruding from the black
Silky sounds crystal shattering
Fallen on the grass
Projectile forming fingers
Beckoning unfurling invitation
Enchanting seedlings
Warning of the fires to come
And begging for water
The setting sun.