Springtime in the Capitol

I feel like a tulip in the snow

Mourning something that is ending

Yet simultaneously excited for new life

A perfect dichotomy

The flash of bright, vibrant, electric color

Against the devoid, blistering, piercing absence of it

Both run deep

And yet amongst the finale

Comes a beginning

A circle that never ends

As the beginning and the end blur

I feel like

A tulip

Somewhere stuck

Between the unique crystallizations of snowflakes

And the chlorophyll of petals