bursting
and what he offered me would never mature
never fade like the cool pink dawn
into something more garish and red
nor splash into the heat of summer
before spring had turned up its leaves
oh it was glorious there in the light
that grew to fill shadows unknown
like a thousand petals each bursting
into a thousand blooms each bursting
into a thousand petals and so on
and so on until there was nothing
but blooms and petals and bursting