Poppies.

The Poppies are all coming out together.Almost every time I look out, another has popped. I do hope we don't get any rain to spoil them.

The Poppies in the garden, they all wear frocks of silk.
Some are purple, some are pink, and others white as milk.
Light, light, for dancing in, for dancing when the breeze
Plays a little two-step for the blossoms and the bees.
Fine, fine for dancing in, all frilly at the hem,
Oh, when I watch the Poppies dance I long to dance like them!

Ffrida Wolfe.