if tulips were as wild as huricane skies

Written by: Jennifer Cahill



Silver edges lands 
as dawn widens and dewdrops 
sprinkle backyards where tulips 
 
are sunk deep. Sunsets 
cup with their red yellow skies 
as stars burst through night 
 
black as her eyes, closing 
like petals so soft, easy 
to gently kill.