Wednesday, July 26, 2006

poppy

orange fragile
nestled together for warmth
uncaring
shocking me with color

bent low to the wind
whispering a riot
beckon my gaze
like flaming velvet butterflies

sun comes and goes
you follow
ignorant
blind but seeing the sun

night comes
you rest
without sleep

2 comments:

grace said...

Very lovely. Only, I still can't read. I thought the title was "poopy."

Jes said...

Always bringing a smile. =)