Holding aloft their fiery cups,
flames they have caught
as they fall from the sun,
they are full now,
filled to overflowing,
their bowls brimming
and their petals saturated.
And yet still they are insatiable,
glowing like greedy coals
that are not dimmed by the sunlight
but fed by it.
Fourth in the “five red tulips in a white pot series” – and yes, there are only four tulips in flower. One was eaten by something. But 80% is pretty good.
9 responses to “five red tulips in a white pot IV”
Your tulips have bloomed. Yay! So spring has sprung — nice! And I was so worried for you because We just had a really warm day here. I was concerned it was the day of warmth you’d be missing.
Glad the Fairy got it there just in time.
N.b. You’ll understand all this after you read my last poem. Haha.
Don’t worry too much about my rambling. All is good.
Lovely tulips. 💕
I just read it – lovely! And the prayer is beautiful! ❤ Time for bed for me, it's getting very late here.
Lovely poem for stunning flowers. Love the catching of the flames image. Fabulous!
Thanks Worms 🙂
good fr john
is the one
he replaces dead
flower s with new ones
with care and panache
Love these words and beautiful Tulips.. autumn is here..no Tulips blooming.
One of the things I love about the wordpress community is comments like this. It reminds me that even though it’s spring here, it’s autumn elsewhere, and thus will be autumn here again.
Thank you ❤