There is a morning inside you
waiting to burst open into Light. ~Rumi

The forced tulips blossomed
in just a week, petals
so dense, so bound
to each other, bulbs swollen
with new bold blooms
dropping their heady
orange petals almost as quickly
as they seemed
to have appeared.

Even in this long drought,
even with their fading green
and quickly wilting stems,
I force them deep inside
a mound of rich earth,
where they stand again even taller,
roots reaching downward
in the need for revival,
in the want of resurrection

beneath a dreamy sun, inside
the breathy breeze, awaiting
the coming kiss of rain.

© by Andrena Zawinski.
Used here with the author's permission.