Poppies
(A Poem for Nita)
'Summer set lip to
earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there.'
-Francis Thompson
1859-1907-
'With delicate,
paper-thin beauty,
Red poppies
stand bravely and tall,
Each catching
my eye like a fireball,
As the evening
begins to fall.
They are
swaying and nodding gently,
The evening is
peaceful and calm,
My spirit is
lifted and nutured
By the poppies
narcotic balm.
They evoke
beneficent Nature,
And all of her
wonderful charms,
They speak too
of Human Nature
Of greed and
power which alarm.
Reflect then on
Nature's great beauty,
Let it permeate,
sooth and calm,
Imbuing power
and duty,
Vanquishing
Man's instinct to harm.
Go be a
peacemaker!
Many thanks to Nita for her lovely photograph of poppies
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