Short Sadred Poems

Red Tulips

Owing you a letter,
No time,
A postcard for now.

I picked the one with a bright red tulip,
I thought about your yellow ones,
The ones with red streaks.
They sound beautiful.

My tulip plants have two buds.
One bloomed
But was sun bleached pink,
The other didn’t open at all.

The drought still takes it’s toll,
Even into spring.