perhaps it was the wind
that transferred a touch of flaming red
to your buttery petals
Spring Visited The Nightstand
as tender administrations
of fragrance and delicacy
to accompany waking and dreaming
Tulip Sun
yellow, glowing, abundance
in these cosmos
creeping phlox encircle you
With Inside Voices
tulips whisper
back and forth
about buttercup yellow
Tulips Beginning
an abstraction
of themselves
leaves bloom like petals
The Bloom’s Muse
a glory of tulips
the crabapple’s inspiration
to burst into bloom