there’s something
gruesome
about tulips
the way they lie
beneath
the fallen leaves
neat tufted rows
planted in a cold
earthen casket
where colour
slips off everything
old and new
closed blooms
crawl through
a muddy tomb
I much prefer
a random gathering
of dandelions
the haphazard way
they scatter
laughing at the light
tiny torches
bright yellow pinwheels
spin on windy hillsides
spent in the burn
and sway of a
scorching summer’s day
– Christi Moon
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Me too! 🙂
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As an avid gardener and flower planter, I love this! 😀 I like my tulips, but I adore the phrase “gruesome tulips”. Well penned and a delightful read.
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