Let me begin
to become
perfect-petaled
spring being
caterpillar sure of destination.
Let me be
stirred sudden
as Spring storm
spurred with no stimulant
aside its own power.
Let me shed
with shiver snake-like
the long skin of Winter
the hoared scale.
Let me burst
into bloom
brilliant-eyed
azalea bright
changing with the season.
W.I. Stoneberger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-being/
