The tulips are several weeks behind. All over the neighborhood, the plants are distorted, and seem to be twisting themselves up out of the ground. They remind me of Van Gogh’s cypresses. Even now with the weather warming slightly, we’ve yet to see a single open bloom. The cherries, though, are finally at their peak and are beginning to snow. Here and there, resting under the trees facing the State Capitol, with the petals falling around them, the homeless seem a little less alone.
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Categories: Daybook
Tags: Cherry Blossoms, Cypresses, Homelessness, Snow, Spring, Tulips, Van Gogh
William Michaelian 