poppies

an old woman
stoops to weed her poppies—
I glimpse
the sprite of a girl
still dancing inside her

~A Hundred Gourds 3:4, Sept. 2014

changing light—
a splatter of poppies 
at our meadow’s  edge
the silvery ghost
of Monet at his easel

~A Hundred Gourds 3:4, Sept. 2014