Yellow Tulips

Tulips mean different things to different people.
Not that I compare myself to Sylvia Plath ... anyhow, hers were red.


Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.

from 'Tulips' by Sylvia Plath


yellow tulips in my hall
bringing brightness
painting the wall
their reflection
a jagged edged
yellow ball

Sue 2012