A Tulip Spade

Ace of spades,
in living flesh,
silken skin
of the shy tulip
Petals praying
clasped together
for the warming rays
before unfurling,
spreading open
in the morning sun
Now a nascent bloom
pensive and reluctant
ramrod straight
in the morning air
warming of the dew melt
awaiting the bursting
into full flower


May 20, 2007 17:09

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