April Fools Day, 7:30 AM, she is a comely bud.
Within three hours, she is open for bees-ness.
For a week she opens and closes, keeping the sun’s hours, and then…
She ages with continuing grace.
Morning kisses her with mist.
She is showered with kisses.
She begins to undress.
A petal at a time.
Showing the way.