Poppies
See the poppies grow
by the wayside.
Announcing summer’s joy
against a passing snow.
Their glistening ruby
red infusing blooms,
do tame the stark and bitter
winds, each flower to obey.
As love’s messengers
they dance before our eyes,
with warm vitality
and hope which long endures.
Hear them sing
of coming days so bright,
an end to frigid winter’s night,
a balm to sooth the dreary.
See the poppies grow,
within their petals healing,
and marvel at their beauty
against the snow.
~FS
Prayerful Life 