I, a rose

Once beautiful closed,
Still beautiful open.
A breath of something new, but always familiar.
It sprays the air.
The breath, my breath . . . I, a rose,
Arose into the air.
And I breathe, inhale.
I begin to fall, to fail,
But I breathe again, air is in, air is tight
And then there is light.
The unfurling of petals
The buzz above me, they touch me, take me.
The rain is cold, feels right
I live on, yet I die
And spring comes, I sigh