Monday, April 1, 2019

Surprise Poppies

I haven’t seen these in years;
I don’t recall their name,

Flowers the purest gold
Sprawling along the roadside

Like a pool of sunshine
Kissing the green turf.

Each blossom, delicate as tears,
Forms a perfect wheel.

I don’t need a name
To know beauty, feel bliss.

©2019 John I. Blair, 3/22/2019

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