A silken, poppied sea

POPPY FIELD
by Mary Spain

A sea of living crimson caught my eye
Of oriental splendour, out of place
Beneath the pastel of an English sky
Where soft-toned pastures etch the tranquil face
Of Summertime, A silken, poppied sea
That shimmered in the early morning sun,
And with true beauty's generosity
Held out its cup of joy to everyone.
The sober hedgerows glowed a richer hue,
The willow-herb a dainty blush revealed,
And I have never seen a sky as blue
As that which smiled upon the poppy field.
Sweet flowers that bring men sleep, you brought to me
A wakened joy that lives in memory.

Out with my new walking friends this morning we came across this beautiful field of poppies, brilliant crimson among the wheat. I had to take it quick or get left behind, so no time for trying to be too arty...

For the record: 21C, blue skies, bright sun - summer has returned