this season
means tulips pushing up defiantly
brazen icons of rebirth
wearing purple coats that refuse to bow
to a newborn bed of green
they signal the end of the silent gray
and the announce the first chords
of a jubilant song
telling the masses to rise to their feet
and get ready to dance
21 comments:
Beautifully shared. Love the rise, the towering essence of the tulip.
Excellent. Particularly the second stanza.
the tulips are awfully exuberant, aren't they? They don't even pass badly; a graceful self-disassembly when the time comes. Thanks for this - enjoyed it.
I'm ready!
I'm ready too!
I love the metaphors
Tulips are one of my favourites, and I really liked this.
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Awesome! :)
Wow
youth like!
One of my favorite memories is of my mother planting tulip bulbs. And I remember when they bloomed. It was like a little miracle to me.
Digging this tremendously.
Digging this tremendously.
Tulips have popped up in all sorts of random places in my yard. Beautiful poem!
dancing tulips! I loved this imaginative poem.
Delightful images and cheerful song. Love your poem.
Except, then it got cold and rained for the next eleven days and everyone got soggy, moldy and grumpy.
But maybe tomorrow the sun will reappear....
IRONICUS MAXIUMS!
MOVIE ABOUT PEDOPHILES!
Wolves?
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KITCHENER, ONTARIO, CANADA?
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Oh my my!
What a beautiful one.. Wait for me, let me put my dancing shoes on!
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