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.