Thursday, May 28, 2020

Attuned to the light


Each year, more poppies come to visit, uninvited.
Happy to dance around the edges of my yard,
They lift their golden faces to the sun, 
Attuned like radar to its arc throughout the day
And folding back into themselves at night,
As if, having reminded us of joy and light,
their work is done.

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