Tulips in their immodest falling out,
their glorious collapse,
spread every ageing petal wide
knowing it is far too late
for any shred of uptight mystery.
And here in their shedding of all elegance
they most appeal to me,
remaining only in the essence of themselves,
and yet they are the loveliest in the vase.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Annie Kissack would be pleased to hear them.