Sunday, December 11, 2016

Like a Tulip Resting

Like a Resting Tulip

Under the wintered grass of the finest, fallen snow;
Like a resting tulip, tulip resting I'm buried way below;

Sleeping bulbs are held like seemingly dormant, human souls;
Dissent is silent under the inches I know;
Just say I'm taking, taking a natural pause to again regrow.

Connie Nelson Ahlberg
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