A short life

Here rests one glorious Poppy
adored
for just one sun-blest day.

Now lying shorn -
the milk and purple petals;
sad litter;
scattered seeds
condemned
to softly kiss the earth
from whence they came
are blessed
though also cursed
in nature's unrelenting sadness.

Yet fast consumed-
there is the healing promise
that it so surely may return -
another blossom
in a coming summer's sun -
again a precious nature's gift
to be admired
and loved.