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.



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