February Tulips

the melting snow in my yard revealed yellowed tips of tulips

Dank and damp
This dismal month,
When sun pays lip service to the day.
The purity of snow lost to endless grit,
Winter debris flashing filth
At passersby who avert their eyes.

The buried dead,
Wearied of earthy prison,
Raise their heads in disbelief,
Silent observers
Of winter’s dying days.