Recurrence

Tender and delicate,
small but perfect,
you make your appearance
on this warm spring day.

Boldly you unravel your petals,
one by one;
basking in the warmth of the sun,
as you expose your full beauty--
to hungry eyes.

Soft, untouched,
too fragile for fingers,
but dominant enough
to take one’s breath away.

Putting an end to months
of bleakness,
you stretch out your fist,
adorning bare arms,
as your fingers unwind.