> Petal by petal
> Pale in the
> Pre-dawn light
> She unfolds
> Perfuming the air
> With the slight scent
> Of trust.
> Her heart
> Takes patience to reach
> Friendship
> Is not taken lightly
> At the first sign
> Of disinterest
> She shuts.
> As petals open
> The dust of emotions
> Long untouched
> Powders the ground
> And she sneezes,
> withdraws
> From the presence of pain.
> As she reopens
> Her wounds
> Begin to heal
> Under a forgiving eye
> And each petal
> Opens more easily
> Than the last
> Until
> With the sunrise
> The last golden-pink petal
> Folds back.
> What is found there
> Is not what is expected
> There is much darkness
> To be removed
> Sifted through
> Burning the outer petals
> It happens to touch
> But once gone
> She shines.
> The flower is not perfect
> A few parts are dying
> and shetrembles
> Threatening to close
> At the slightest provocation
> But after long wait
> She is open
> And in the purple blush
> Of early morning
> That is beauty enough.
>
>
> Feel free to comment, critique, accept into the Poetry Pool, whatever =)
>
> unipeg

This is now one of my favorite Yorgey poems(A little FQ reference, there. :) ), with "White" and "Balloon Days".

Nyper"Wow. Just, wow."old