Beneath wintry graves soils engage spidery root-bulbs.

Hesitant blades pierce the mulch.

March rains dampen tentative greens like children forgetting their lines.

Weeks pass.

Spiked blades pattern gardens like players on chessboards.

Hard nubs stretch like infants flailing rubbery limbs.

 

April suns toast the nubs, urging them to spring from earth’s darkness.

Flickers of color expand and soften the petals.

 

Tulips have returned! We give thanks!

 

 

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