Thursday, February 11, 2021

A Treatment for Tulips

You hear what is explained to you

But you don’t care about the meaning 

You want to see the beauty

Quiet, still, and painted pretty 

Clean, pale, and lonely.


[You are the tulips

Fragile, bright and bursting;

She is the winter 

Cold, long and enduring]


You believe the invisible one sees you

Through the blood and dirt of time

Just you it sees 

Through the flood of tears

Shed for others like you,

Who buried her behind their eyes,

Who she wrote to in her special code 

To resist, To rise

Quietly, powerfully: As Is.


[You are the tulips

Fragile, bright and bursting;

She is the winter 

Cold, long and enduring]


Soft flesh of rainbow petals 

explode from the powder white snow;

The Earth keeps turning

She always knows when it is time to go.


You are the dust and seeds and other dead things

Cradled in her howling winds.

Tulips wilt and crumble, 

Winter never ends.


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