Little flower, you dream of un-yet seasons
Just budding out, you smile for the wide-open eyes of summer
In bursting bloom, you ache for the deep magic of the equinox
Buried in ice, you coil together and hope that there is enough
Sap in your veins to bring you alive again
When the soil heats with solar nearness.
But, soul child, you are in bloom
And stop, just now, to lift up your face to the light
Now, you smell of glory
Now, you burst with God-color
Now, you sway in the dance of ages
Now, you hold all the remembrances of old years
All the growth spurts of un-met seasons
And all the sunshine and water you need for
Just this one resounding sphere-twirl called today.
Now you bring joy
In this one season where you are rooted
Now you are growing
In the soil of opportunity
Now you are a perfect flower for your age
Some soon tomorrow, uncertain things
Will settle calm into your veins.