Tulips

There is something about tulips

An innocence; a soft blush of pastels

Effortlessly blooming in neat rows or symmetrical clusters

Big bobbleheads, held up miraculously

By slender but steely necks.

I am puzzled by the meaning of these youthful blooms:

Everlasting love seems too seasoned a theme

For flowers so purely joyful and childlike.

Tulips soften the rough edges of the modern world

Reminding us that life is about moments of awe

Delighting us with a vast array of colors, experiences

Each one meaningful and new.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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