Seasons

In the fall, I gifted tulip bulbs for every birthday

and anniversary,

A gift that would keep on giving.

I gifted myself bulbs,

just because.

Summer was neverending, the Earth so thirsty

It was November before I attempted to plant

the bulbs in the dusty ground.

Covered, not planted, may be more accurate.

Occasionally, bulbs needed to be tucked in again,

the wind displacing the covers.

A cold and dark season ensued,

the bulbs forgotten, a distant memory.

Fast forward to Spring.

Despite a thick blanket of snow,

those bulbs were working hard,

waiting for their moment to remind us,

that every tough season will come to an end.

11 thoughts on “Seasons

  1. I love your poem, especially the line, “..waiting for their moment to remind us that every tough season will come to an end.” a beautiful thought and a beautiful poem. Plus, I love tulips!!!!!

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  2. I have a friend who lived in Amsterdam and gave tulip bulbs to all fer family members. It takes patience and a good care for them to thrive. I hope they come out beautifully.

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  3. Plants are so magical, aren’t they? I love that yours have started to make their presence known. Once the tulips form, you will be in for a real treat! 🙂

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