Blossom Poem by Amy Serhienko

A rare flower
in your hands,
the bud sealed tight.
It starts to open
under your care,
the petals loosening,
stretching to feel
the warmth of your sunshine.
It will bloom fully
for a brief moment,
exposing its inner workings,
then withdraw again,
protecting itself.

But do not set it aside.

For once freed by you,
this bloom
will never fully close.
And the secrets
of its beauty
belong to you alone,
for it is your words
your touch,
your spirit
that have released them.