New Growth

I look at us like this new flower
A tight bud filled with mysterious potential
What colors will it be?
What aroma will it produce?
How often will it flower and will it give birth to some kind of fruit?

I felt today as though I tried to force it open
Pry it apart
Tried to see what was inside
But I...

I didn't want to.

I want to wait.

I want to see it reach out for the sun.

I want to enjoy and relish in each tiny petal as it folds slowly outward into everything it can be.

I want to touch it softly.  I want to water it gently.  I want to smile as it is nourished by the sun's rays...

Not force it.

Relish.

This is our spring.