Red Poppies

Driving by golden wheat fields
in late summer
my eyes were drawn
by brilliant scarlet poppies
dancing with the wind
as it rippled through the field

I stopped to gather them
but in the fifteen minutes of warm
summer sun on the black dashboard
they faded and wilted
sad and unable to survive
away from the roots that
connected them to the Source of Life

July 2007, Bucharest