Fearing Risk

Oh, how it pleads

Send rain and sun

But with balance

Thorns trail up its stem-path to the safety of closure

Where

Hours

Days

Weeks

Grant it the light and moisture it hungers for.

Eventually…

Time presents that moment of chance,

The moment to risk the opening of its bud,

Only to hesitate.

For unlocking its petals to exposure,

To have these extensions of crimson beauty

Die in the unpredictable heat,

Is more painful a thought

Than staying closed

In isolation

The dew of a moisture-poised morning

Reminds the bud

That tears of another kind

Hang in the dawning of early morning,

Knowing Mother Nature  will wash away the muffled weeping of risk

Held tight by fear’s bondage .