Blurred

you see
Tulips,
and virgin buds
thrusted
eagerly,
ushering
renewed promise.

but do you also
see
the patchwork
magical
technicolor quilt
of that promise
fulfilled?

fulfilled yes,
yet
expectations
remain,
and with the crisp
pinch of leaf-swirled air,
there is another promise,
again,
of cold and
dark
pain.