This spring, I have a new and fresh appreciation for tulips. Just walking down my street, I have seen light purple and white tulips with curved, turned out ends, like done-up hair of 50’s poodle-skirt wearing girls. I’ve seen ones as large as these lovely bodum orb tea glasses that we love. I’ve even seen bright orange and lavender ones. Before this season, I noticed tulips in passing as the most affordable blooms to pick up at Trader Joe’s ($3.99!) in white, yellow, pinks, or purples. I’ve noticed their presence at the Boston Public Gardens, or their famed recurrence at festivals in the Netherlands. But this spring, I was caught off guard. I’ve appreciated them so much, that I wrote a short poem dedicated to them.
tulips, wide eyed and curious
open their mouths
boldly, cupping sunshine
bringing warmth close
in their open hearts.
They are unafraid,
to bloom in the most intense light.
awesome post, different color of flowers looks delightful and your poem is very nice like it.
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