Tulips II
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
― W.B. Yeats
Tulip has little more to give.
A few red petals hang from its stem.
And a bright yellow center shines
from the inside. A golden heart.
I don’t touch the surface.
Although the flower is in my yard,
its life doesn’t belong to me.
The plant has roots.
They grow underground
and thrive and wait with the seasons.
I believe what I see or understand.
May I step into the holy and hidden.
Tulips II
terrypetersen 