Poetry:

Tulip

Long ago I made you my home
With my feet deep in your soil.
Saddness and sustenence between my toes.
Gravity pulled me away towards the sky
So I stretched. I grabbed hold.

In the morning sun, I bloom beautiful colors to bring
     you love.
At night, I let my pedals fall to keep you warm.

When winter comes, should I fall and whither,
I'm wraped around you close enough to hear
     whispers of love.

             Thomas McDonley (C) 2004