Tulips

Spiral carved spheres on long green stems brimming with redness Fiery egos afloat in spring air Layered petal enclosures, soft cups, paper thin, Leaves tapered upward in brisk solidarity Beneath the sun, unapologetic and fierce Rebel flowers, masters of attention Bulbs cradled in mottled ground To set the spring in motion, when sight is subdued by a stage of blooms escape hatch from burdens worldly from whatever drags us into bleakness Unblemished red tulips, clumped together, a shrine the ruddiness of momentary that moves your soul when you are silent