Hectic Red

Poppies on the highway hanging out

Hectic Red

Hills stack up on miles passed
Rolling down the mountainside
To take a chance on asphalt limitations
Black as night with traffic moving backwards

Poppies line the road as color globes
Fragrant red heads steadfast on stems
Held together with green and leaves
Cars try hard to hide their misery
Running out of gas before they end

On every hour turning down the day
The earth remains in total darkness
When the sun turns off the light
Setting as if poppies really cared

Covered up in night the flowers rest
Showers try to drown them in their sleep
The sun remains in silence 
Rising only when it has too

Birds fly in circles with feathers still intact at morning
With elements of dawn fresh on their breath   
It might be time for breakfast                        
Wondering about a potential food source down below
About those red specks flowing by the road
And listening for signs of traffic
Coming from behind the mountainside on time

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Beautifully visual. How can anyone not remember the sight of red poppies and their silken skirts. Even as light fades into darkness we will remember them. Thank you Earl for where you took me with this little poem.

Chris

[Earl Schumacker]

Good Morning Chris, So glad you liked it. When I was young we moved out of Atlantic City to a giant house in Pleasantville NJ. We had 2 patches of gigantic red and orange poppies growing below our front porch. They were like something magically other worldly. It is true what they say. It is the little things in life that matter. Have a great day. Earl

[Chris Shaw]

You have a great day too Earl. We have a patch of really large poppies in our garden. They are huge and are incredibly beautiful with their pink, silken skirts. There is beauty everywhere if we look. It's the little things in life that count most :)