Elegant soldiers in uniform…
Precious tulips, with bleeding petals
like soldiers stand,
by the brown glossy river flow,
in clumped platoons bent to suns arc,
open mouthed, imploring food
Some yellow as the sun,
others pink and white,
together as single platoons
each group on green up reaching,
so prim and proper their stance,
their collective might.
If only they could move,
march in the precision they would like,
their colors like uniforms,
their stature tall and straight,
proud plumes of nature’s weighted smile,
glorious tulips on parade.
And that river flows, gliding so silently,
blue reflections ripple by
with willow fronds dipping so quietly
to cool their fingers
and feel that dragging movement
of a river’s proud reply.
How I love the tulips, their open minds,
so pretty in their countenance,
so elegant in their sun-blessed sighs,
and they brighten my mood,
a weary mind alive
just to watch them open, gives me hope.
Tony DeLorger © 2016