Poppy

The miracle that is

the Poppy

A floral beauty she

Lies dormant often decades

and erupts extraordinarily

after many seasons

A perpetual life force,  she

after ground is worked

A floral arcade comes to be

earthworks

shells exploding

Preparation  for a  road

will engage their life force

that break the floral code

and thousands then are woken

from their

slumbering bliss

and fields of wondrous Poppies bloom

And all about they kiss

environments,  great flashes of colour

come to be

blowing in the breezes

in what is an all out symphony

yesterday I met Poppy

Who helped me when I bought

some ornamental toadstools

which my best friend had sought

a truly unique lady gentleness  her way

in no way was she alien

More resembling the fey

a bounteous lass

Of such good heart

a perfectly natural soul

who said she enjoyed poetry