Monday, December 8

solitude
















alone in a crowd
singled out by her colour
yet feeling secure

harsh wind and no sun
one poppy stands straight
by herself

single and upright
within windswept surroundings
proudly unmoved

army of many
grain in ear bows to the breeze
flower withstands





















Written for a prompt at CarpeDiem

3 comments:

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

That's quite a stalwart poppy!

Anonymous said...

I like the last two the best.

Chèvrefeuille said...

Wonderfully written Girl