by Jim Farfaglia
Poppies – Late May
For weeks they were only green furry eggs,
each sitting atop a slim stalk,
Yesterday, they offered a peek of their promise,
blushing like school boys
at their first spring dance.
And today – right on time –
three burst open,
revealing their colorful cries of joy:
for the coming of summer,
for the particular beauty of red,
for the gift of things worth noticing.