"Here are the tulips, budded and full bloom,
their swoops and dips, their gloss and poses,
the satin of their darks. " ~ Margaret Atwood
Easter brings a surprise delivery of coral tulips,
delicate egg-shaped blossoms tightly closed,
festive weight bowing fragile green stems.
I place them on my dining room table
where they blaze, floral campfire
warming cold, gloomy April.
The next morning, bright silks part,
reveal ebony areolas, feathery anthers,
golden pistils and stigmas.
On Sunday, we commemorate resurrection.
As the holiday ends, drooping blooms shatter.
My bouquet deconstructs, sheds tired petals.