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