Here is my very latest poem, inspired by a planting of tulips in my garden, which every year never fail to amaze and delight me. After this, I should speak no more of them.
Some may think it quite sad,
some may think it quite ‘zen’,
but I confess that I’ll be glad
to tell the world yet again
of the dusky, seductive beauty
of my sultry Queens of the Night.
I count to very nearly fifty
blooms with satin sheen that quite
astound the mind with mute perfection.
Why should we look elsewhere than right here now,
this spring, this earthly resurrection?
In the mad chase we lose our sight somehow.
Soon those petals of maroon will drop away
like all life. We must learn to pluck the day.
© David Urwin 2016