mY secreT ponD

t e m p o r a l i t y

feel the leaves of this living flower
pierce and burst
the dews still dreaming
this morning
the glow of the sun from the east
slowly spreading between
the hills

you do not notice
the slow unfolding of this flower
through its yellow petals
now wanting to
open from the hold of
your fingers

my living flower
blooms today
it is telling the world
what freedom is
and its purity

and its being so temporary...