This year, winter is so red,
Much more than past years,
Colder—so much bolder,
Shadows stretch where life once led
lost count of the tulips
Growing between snow,
****** red, young, and sad,
Their petals trembling, fragile and mad
Cold breeze, full of whisperings,
A crow sings pain
red moon comes out of haze,
And sun protects THE LAND
The garden lives, not healed, not pure,
Remembering what humans do
And still, beneath the frozen ground
Red learns the language of rebound
By Yasmin.Sh
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
This year, winter is so red,
Much more than past years,
Colder—so much bolder,
Shadows stretch where life once led
lost count of the tulips
Growing between snow,
****** red, young, and sad,
Their petals trembling, fragile and mad
Cold breeze, full of whisperings,
A crow sings pain
red moon comes out of haze,
And sun protects THE LAND
The garden lives, not healed, not pure,
Remembering what humans do
And still, beneath the frozen ground
Red learns the language of rebound
By Yasmin.Sh
