The green stalk
peering above the ground
as if it's
playing peek-a-boo.
My soul yearns for the coldness to end.
The stalks leave me waiting
for the sun to warm my pale cheeks.
The flower stalk
G
R
O
W
S and
G
R
O
W
S.
Revealing a bloom that's as red as blood.
the tender shoot turns
it's happy face to the sun.
Spring has arrived.
Love the poem:) I cannot wait to see tulips!
ReplyDeleteMy tulips are pushing their way up and out of the ground. Your poem made me visualize them as I read your words. Love the movement of the letters in growing.
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