Saturday, June 4, 2011

haiku poppies

wild poppies
stray barley fields
wandering home


  1. Mournful scene....the movement of life, wild and wandering...
    Nice, Maire..

  2. I always equate poppies with remembrance so each poppy (for me) is searching for the person who it has been born to remember. The wild poppies stray all sorts of fields, their beautiful red heads, always easy to see so I have them wandering to find their home. My poppies in the front garden are blooming now, beautiful flowers