Unfolding

Everything is in flux: a perennial state of becoming.

Has the rush of life made me so impatient that I am missing the intermediate stages?

I watch every new bulbous curve.
I watch the softness of flesh bursting with life.
I watch the elegant sweep of form.
I am your witness.

​Take your time, dear flower. Unfurl yourself in your own sweet time. I am in no rush.

Beauty lies in the unfolding.

Live in color,

​Abby