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

© Christi Moon, All rights reserved

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