In Tulips
Old Tim and his tulips of Spring,
he tips and he toes as he sings.
His falsetto voice
is higher by choice—
love’s shrill in the tulips with fling.
In bloom is his hair and moon lights
his face, like a pastoral sprite.
Strums ukulele—
his song sung gaily.
In tulips come Spring and warm nights.
2/16/2022
Spring in Air
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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