With a tulip, you can’t go wrong.
They sing a cheery song all day long.
This rhythm is soft, a sweet melody.
Ever refreshing is their company.
O tulip, your breath is to adore.
Here you are nearest my door.
Sing tulip sing release spring.
This is true, a tulip’s eyes
are renewal’s bloom.
Foxy and Baby (a child’s poem)
The wind blows in her hair.
She’s like a tiny teddy bear.
Caramel, cream a petticoat.
She’s soft, young n friendly.
Her mom, she’s a bit taller.
When they drop by I say Hi!
A spring teddy bear, this little one is, walking in the breeze!
(((Her name is Foxy because her face is shaped like a fox)))
Like a drink that refreshes is the colors of the tulip.
A bountiful crop of these is sure to please in spring.
As red’s will simulate roses with sugared romance.
And yellow’s will tell of warm day’s in the sunlight.
The soft pinks are sweet, blessed, in Easter’s dress.
Yes, the colors of spring will return with the tulip.
A rose offers time of peace…
there’s tranquility in beauty.
A rose offers blessed release.
As spring’s narcissus’s grow.
A rose offers twined tracery.
Commonality starts to show.
A rose offers sanguine hope.
His resurrection will sustain.
A rose offers pedigree creed.
Stating loveliness poetically.
A rose offers joyful company.
Mallow, soft pastels plentiful.
A rose offers May’s daffodil.
All viewers seemingly shrill.
A rose offers sway of grace.
In this I have found a place…
A photo of spring is what I need.
A cheery bookmark – rosy tulips.
Keep this place – mark my pace.