POPPY PERFECTION - by artyjules

POPPY   PERFECTION   by artyjules As poppies nod their heads in meadows green, I feel the joy of summer’s early show, With primrose yellows dancing in between, A coloured symphony in perfect flow. Soft zephyrs gently sigh on summer’s air, As sleepy sun arises from her bed, And whispers through the hillsides like a prayer, Caressing vibrant blooms of cherry red. Forever etched, the memory in my mind, A canvas touched by Monet’s gentle hand, Of wildflowers growing free and unconfined, In swaying rhythm dancing ‘cross the land. Oh, how I love these rolling country hills Far from the reach of winter’s icy chills.