Friday, May 22, 2015

After Winter



The obedient tulip
Awakes to the alarm
Of Spring mornings;
With water’s grace
Stretches its stalk.
Then sways with winds’ whispers,
And opens flaming petals
In the afternoon sun.





*As an aspiring writer, I've been taking a poetry class.  During Joshua's nap time, I will pluck out a line here or there.  I'm always a bit hesitant to reveal myself through real writing, but have decided since I have so few readers, that I should share a bit.  I think it might help me improve.  When I was about to post this, I stopped and revised it into a completely new and better poem.  Having other eyes will hopefully be an important editing tool. 

2 comments:

Laura Dickey said...

I love your poem - please share more!!!

Joe and Joanne said...

I think your poem is fantastic, and the photo very fitting! I agree with Laura: Share more!