Bulbs and buds have been patient,
Biding their time for what they were promised would come.
Slowly, slowly the dark curtains are pulled back
And what is new is revealed behind;
New light, new life, new breath in the air.
Bulbs and buds emerge, and reap
the rewards of their long, still epoch;
Returned to Life
In splendour
and colourful bloom;
The brevity of their life compensated by their
Unmatched beauty.