Waxing Bloom

I have been safe and comfortable in my bulb the past decade.

Things and thoughts dear and true to me have arrived and departed.

Photosynthetic growth of imagination and responsibility has been fruitful and abundant.

The seasons envelope single-file around our planet like the mythical Ouroboros,
              and I have done many things, great things, and I also have done few things, small things.

Now my flower begins to bloom.  It is the beginning of my time.

Rare as the Titan Arum's flower my waxing bloom of life, but with a little good luck and hard effort hopefully not as stinky.