Poppies
Joyful and full of life!
Poppies
Scarlet poppy red, orange
Bobbing head thrust in view,
In full sun they wave and bend
As if each flower and petal new.
No care, no stress, simply beauty bright
Rising out of whiskered pods
When glint of sun is gone, and night
Each, barely held high on bending rods.
Why then is the artist pulled to paint
To encase the vibrant life within
Repeat the beauty, each his own
Splash it here, and there, jump in.
Roll and play, and then again
As if in fields alone that day
Wandering, touching, reeling in
Inviting life, all else at bay.
– Roxanne Vise
