In distant autumns, we planted tulips.
Assurances of spring.
Cherished for elegance and grace.
That hunger winter, we cherished tulips as an assurance of survival.
Dug up the bulbs, and ate them.
In the depths of winter during the German occupation of the Netherlands in World War II, food was so scarce that people were reduced to eating anything deemed edible including sawdust, book binding glue-and tulip bulbs.