(Looking at my image - attached to IU Forum due to Blogger complication, of a field of poppies)
A tsunami of color crashes against the shore
Flooding the field in shades of red.
Taught, and tight,
The Earth tugs at her blanket
Masking the tip of her toes and head.
Fully absorbed in a crimson comforter,
An I.U. alumnus camps on a December night.
Shielding its’ soiled-stems from sight,
Flowers, are Earth’s little-umbrellas.
A distant tree cries all alone.
Skipped of a vibrant design
And crowded by brilliant peers,
It submits its shade, lower his head,
And sways gently with the wind.
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