Sunday, April 24, 2016



The tulips wait 
Though darkness comes
And beats me to my door
They wait
And glow like little moons
To welcome me
They cannot rest 
Until they know I’m
Through the picket gate
The night descends
I turn the key
I’m in
The tulips wait again
They listen for my foot
Upon the stair
They shine below my window pane
And wait to hear my prayers
And only when I’m in my bed
And lashes fall
They nod their knowing heads
And whisper 
Goodnight all





Sara Mathews     April 2016


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