The title of the prose ‘Thursday’s Blooms’ is retained because that is what they are and that is when the photo was taken.
When was the last time you looked at flowers wondering about their origin?
How they were created. Created? Divine inspiration?
We look at flowers often in wonder. The perfection of petals, the fact that when evenings approach petals close seemingly in preparation for a night of dreams and ultimate revitalization. Once again preparing to bless onlookers.
Tulips are so perfect, offering a myriad of colors and guaranteed to attract passers. Some remain upright in abject pride, others bow their stems as if spreading their influence and natural manner.
Tulips, like many if not most flowers were once wild blooms that brought joy to any countryside. The tulips we witness today were once wildflowers and originated over a thousand years ago.
The most dramatic of all tulip displays are in Keukenhof, The Netherlands. I have been there and the sight is truly stunning. I do not think anywhere in the world can boast such a celebration of Mother Nature’s gift to humankind.
Thursday’s blooms greeting true
Brightest tulips glancing upward
Blue sky Nature’s welcome
Awaiting they for warmer climes
Revealing faces all to see
A smile doth count a thousand words.
Resplendent in yellow coats
Optimism; shining light
Purity of hue such beauty
Gentle breeze heads do waive
To witness unforgettable
Serenity in purest form to gaze.