These poppies, brighter than the Scottish broom,
unload their blossoms, sweet as orange juice,
upon an April afternoon’s deep blues.
Each golden flower is a private room.
unload their blossoms, sweet as orange juice,
upon an April afternoon’s deep blues.
Each golden flower is a private room.
When northern California’s in full bloom,
the bees come for a snack, a bouche-amuse,
a plethora of treats. Which will they choose?
The seeds, like onyx lamps, hang in the gloom.
the bees come for a snack, a bouche-amuse,
a plethora of treats. Which will they choose?
The seeds, like onyx lamps, hang in the gloom.
The gardener bends down, and quietly
she preens the glowing rooms; her gloved hands hold
dried leaves like interlocking rings of mail.
she preens the glowing rooms; her gloved hands hold
dried leaves like interlocking rings of mail.
As poppy season is unusually
short-lived, seeds tumble from a cup of gold
more precious than the Templars’ holy grail
short-lived, seeds tumble from a cup of gold
more precious than the Templars’ holy grail
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