On a winter’s day in February grey,
In England the sun still shines upon
Those of us who blossom and bloom
In heaven, over oceans, and from far away.
Temperature drop, wind unforgiving swirling leaves of red, gold. A highland fling.
Chubby poppy seed pod rattles, shrivels, splits revealing pearly blacks
to a temptress wind who draws and delivers them to warm moist earth.
Wherever the brilliant red paper-thin blooms appear, that is home.
A joint effort by Lauren Thompson (Christchurch, New Zealand)
& Fiona Thomson (age 58) Margate, Kent.