Gardener at Heart - Book Two


This tulip, soft and pink as someone’s cheek,

That rides its rocking stem in the gentle air,

Is open just enough to give a peek

Inside a living room, and hidden there

A little person safely, soundly sleeps,

Dressed in the finest velvet, inky black

Just touched with lemon yellow, and she keeps

Her eyes wide open as she dreams on back

To morning, sunny morning, full of flowers,

And somewhere there’s a nest site just for her.

Not long now, and she’ll shiver up her powers

And buzz up through the skylight, strong and sure—

    This tulip, when Sun buzzes from its doze

    Will open wide enough for someone’s nose.

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