tulips
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Autoimmune
By Jillian Horton
Lovely Tulips,
I’m so grateful you’ve come to join me,
In this land of
dirtmuddust, Texas weather and tea.
Spring mornings, with a fresh golden mist,And heaven’s dew doth rest,Along the rows of tulips be,And it seemed I was alone, just me. Then, a fluttered sky,With beings white, and coming nigh,I shuddered in fright, only to find,Their sweet lovely ho
The tulips
--Red Yellow Purple White--
Raise sleepy heads
Above their bed of grass
As they nod softly
Still on the cusp of sleep
The breeze filling dreams
With spring and summer scent
All the tulips,
All the same,
Blooming in the bright, yellow sun.
All the tulips,
Not one different,
Blowing in the gentle breeze.
One day I go back,
To all the tulips,
Still the same,
Innocence wilts,
tulips in a graveyard.
No hope left
to flutter slowly by.
Rays of sun can no longer
bring her back to life.
