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Poppies in my garden! I await their welcome to life and Spring. A poem and photo. |
| Poppies - the Heart of Spring They sprout without an invitation these big-hearted blousey ladies Brazon messengers of Spring Yet tender, vulnerable as parchment Orange, hot, love-notes dancing in the wind. Every year saying YES to life Spreading roots of unplanned offspring More than any yard can hold. Orphan cuttings to leave with neighbors who bury them kindly, unknowing of the commitment they have made. They are short-lived beauties who go overnight to seed in fat, heavy, indigo balls of life purple succulent dens drugging our hearts, perennially! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |