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