Falling apart

The tulips make me want to paint,
Something about the way they drop
Their petals on the tabletop
And do not wilt so much as faint,

Something about their burnt-out hearts,
Something about their pallid stems

Wearing decay like diadems,
Parading finishes like starts,

To watch them get a little older
And give themselves up to the light.

My Easter tulip bouquet, now falling apart, gave the camera a bit of a spurt and these images, along with the eponymous poetry by A.E. Stallings, are just in time for Macro Monday..

p.s. Already midway into April and no photo posts from me this month here, until now. Instead I’ve been busying myself in the real world of gardening – and so another post coming soon to My Japanesque Garden