woeful is the summer wind
which wakes wild poppies’ heads
from narcotic dreams kind
that held them in their winter beds

woeful is the summer wind
which wakes wild poppies’ heads
from narcotic dreams kind
that held them in their winter beds
I rest my head on petals
velvet pillows pink
against my cheek
and from the dew
upon these blooms
solace drips
and my mind is calmed
to dream
of places new