Anatomy of Bloom
Full moon tonight lights
receding snow spread
along river’s edge.
I walk the thawed slope
of hill among shadow
shapes and rush
of water that leaps
like my heart. Weeks
to spring. Love’s flight
lifts like flush tulip
sepals, red as blood
around the nestled
bud: petals, stamen, pistil.
From the frost loose soil
green stalks will thrust
the cup of color. Awakened
by this turning from winter’s
sleep: Perfect. Complete.
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