Vulnerable tulip, why don’t you hide?
Don’t you know pounding rain will destroy you?
Petals drink, drink, drink despite the tide
from winded shots of Nature’s abundance.
I would find shelter, while you say you’d die
if hidden; that your joy is blooming bright—
that we who turn from self for safety lie
and must face storms if ever we want Light.
*Note: All April poem-a-day poems are rough drafts awaiting revision.
Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast