Resplendence, Evanescence

The apple blossoms opened today,
the pleasant scent filling my lungs
embracing me in the sweet softness of spring.
Just yesterday, these were but tiny fuzzy buds--
nubile yet children on empty black branches,
miserably thin and hopelessly reaching out
into the boundless sky;
the world's grey gloom proved too cold
to welcome them until today.

But with spring
come the gentle white petals:
pink'd fleshy silk against skin
warm and rosy on a cool breeze,
my tresses bejewel'd like a faerie queen's,
a secret beauty forgotten by most.

I gaze towards the sky with heavy heart
My face wet, my soul starved, parched;
thirsty, searching for something
hungry, lusting for sustenance

Someday, I too shall bloom.