How the sun warms the air around me,

enticing the earth to release its hold.

Slowly I begin to uncoil, splitting myself

rooting and sprouting.

Even as darkness remains,

tentatively I stretch and reach, barely taking hold.

Not sure whether I can dig myself out,

I vow to love

and hold

and encourage

and grow my little self.

Even with the fear of frost,

I will blossom.