Visible but tightly closed –

Like an abused teenager –

I observe the flower’s presence

In the early morning.

I sit and write surrounded by the

Peace and hum of life

Awakening to the day.

The sun crests the trees and

Stabs my eyes with its

Blinding rays.

I shift into the shade

To find the blossom

Slowly unfurling. Despite the

Sunlight being indirect, it reacts.

Yellow center and long

Red stamens,

Tipped with velvety dots,

Respond to the axis of light,

Anticipating the warmth and

Brilliance of the summer day.