Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Oriental Poppies

All of my red-headed girls
Dropped their tresses last night
On the lawn and stand bald-headed
Looking back at me.  I smile Knowing them in their dishabille
To be lovely at heart.


©2013 Muriel Thumm

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