"But pleasures are like poppies spread"

It is that time of year when Burns Suppers are happening around the world and I will be going to two of them in the next week.
I often think of one of Robert Burns' most famous poems Tam o' Shanter when I look at the red sky in the morning and it lasts such a short time -sometimes you go to get the camera and when you get back it has changed.

" But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed:
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever."

I am looking forward to hearing the full work on Friday night!