Poppypods

Look, I am bursting with it:
seed-knowledge and something to say!
Before I was, I resided in the winter crust, here
where sugar crystallizes in the green apple;
yes, I was the prescience of myself
before ever being it.
But you, rescuer and revealer,
did see the petal blue in the bud in the seed,
did quicken me with a kiss.
How could I resist?
So I burst the shell, eat the darkness,
stretch my green legs inside out
to become it. This is the fruit of the bud
of the seasons I carry, holed up as treasure;
it is the name you have given me,
the name I tell no one.

View the painting that inspired the poem.