Ode to Tulips

The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here. —Sylvia Plath (Tulips) Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes, bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs. —Thomas Moore Roses propose to plentiful hearts, but my soul rushes headlong into a waterfall of tulips. —Quote by Poet *Rachel Ruysch - most acclaimed tulip painter of the Dutch Golden Era ODE TO TULIPS tulips a treat, with trippy leaves, a fan over roses, a relief from grief. this delightful Dutch-y sends me. blotched sepals amidst pastels of Spring, in perky pink, purple pleasure, youthful yellow. this dandy, fellow of a flower, full of power to please, or Plath. Sylvia’s sentiments, a nod of regret, blinding, grieving. opposite of my pet. my perpetual love knots binding me in happiness, romantic rendering sealed with a kiss. vainglorious leaves sans thorns, luscious darlings to stroke. effervescent brilliance in a clear vase of water. ostentatious presentation of Ruysch.* florid field of treasures appeal to my eyes, a sea of tulips as far as the eye can see. Dutch-y draw near, your ship overflows, in Miss Universe’s arms, cradled in a bride’s.