All photos © 2016 by V. Nesdoly
A few tulips are beautiful
acres of them stunning—
bouclé strips of colour
in the palette of Spring:
red, peach, yellow, pink
orange, variegated, white, wine,
varieties named for memories
and with imagination: Rhapsody, Lolyta
Christmas Gift, Graya, Kelly, Charade.
They are April wine,
goblets capturing light
suffused with light
petals luminous in morning sun.
No competition here, each variety
from giant orange decanters
to delicate pink thimbles
spreads its own elegant carpet.
We bow homage, lean in
kneel, prostrate ourselves
with cameras of every size,
wander into rows and selfie-stick-snap
smiles and natty hats
among the rainbow blooms.
On the highway, cars and trucks
thunder by this colourful miracle
while we wander down the sawdust path
towards the parking lot
hands full of U-Pick life
and a whole memory card of pixels
to brighten next January.
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
A trip to the Abbotsford Tulip Festival yesterday was the inspiration for this poem. (Interestingly, yesterday’s prompt at NaPoWriMo—which I read after I wrote the poem—was to write a poem about flowers; I guess it was meant to be!) The slide show above contains only a few of the photos I snapped.