20 February






Tulips are in the market places.

I see them at the corner shoppes as I walk

over Beacon Hill and onto Charles street on my lunch hour.

The people are still in black coats, grey coats,

salt stained winter boots...

But I am in my bright purple fleece with no hat on

and I am carrying a bunch of tulips home with me.

Spring is fancy and fleeting here in New England.

She is a coquettish tease here one moment and gone the next...

so I grab my tulips while I may.







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