A poem for a shy spring bud

inktuition shy spring bud

Who would blame you

for tucking your head

into the luxurious leaves

of your flower bed.

Is it safe to look out

with that rain pelting down?

Spring’s playing hard to get:

you could risk getting drowned.

But your bud is cute,

your petals are pert.

Don’t waste the chance to

swish your fragrant skirt.

Before we know it

you’ll be facing the sun.

Your edges will wilt,

your time will be done.

For NaPrWriMo Day 13

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