Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Poppies

veiled by summer’s foliage
cravings crisscross
sending crimson pulses
in delicate petals
arising, towering
above the rest
revealing the fire
that will soon extinguish itself
in this finite universe
for having a soul means
to fold on principle
yielding your frame to oblivion
in silence

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flower, blossom, possibly poppies..