I didn’t know what ephemerals were (or, rather, I didn’t know the name for them). There used to be a single, pale purple tulip that grew for about 72 hours out by our back gate. Now it’s gaudy pink hyacinth that stays around longer than it should. But I do love things that suddenly appear and disappear this time of year. This is a half-assed Novem; I am playing fast and loose with consonant sounds.
Title: Snap
WC: 35
Taste this minute.
A tulip’s grace
Taken too soon.
How they hurry,
bold heralds whose
brilliance must flee.
Silk-red remnants
of ripened hearts,
rarer than faith.
Where they gather,
there glory rests
gentle and good.
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