Poppies on my balcony

Updated: Jul 26, 2023

You were such tiny seeds in my hand

When I planted you in the spring,

That I wondered what would become of you.

But then slowly it began.

Little stems

Grew into bigger stems,

And then the buds appeared.

Scores of them.

When your flowers blossomed,

I was captivated.

Such exquisite poppies!

Richly red,

Tall and elegant.

Each day I spent time

Watching you

As you danced and swayed

In the breeze.

The solitary bees

Came to pay a visit,

In the give and take

Of pollination.

If I could have a wish,

I would wish

That you would stay with me

For the whole of the summer.

But you are here

For a given time.

And that is your beauty

And Mother Earth at work.

Blog copyright Barbara Grehs

Published on 25 July 2022

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