Red poppies blowing in the wind

I know she is there 

she helps me

sends me people

open windows 

light breezes 

grass fields

and red poppies 

blowing in the wind 

she fills my early mornings

with the rustling sound 

of red poppies 

blowing in the wind

and I hope that I can stop

with all the crying here in twenty ten

when I left my house, my safe den

all the crying in front of people 

that I do not know well

but she sends me light and love

the heavens with drifting clouds                

and open windows

I can see fields of grass

and red poppies 

blowing in the wind

🦋

© Annora Eksteen, 2010

But it was Angelo's poppies in Linden on the sidewalk. Lovely and the first time I saw so many red poppies and sometimes it sways with the breezes. He was my friend, old Amelia van der Zee's handyman. She told me yes, that Naples yellow house with the red poppies: old Angelo's!

So I tried to paint poppies in my visual diary that I borrowed from Ash. I still owe him a new visual moleskine. Or is it Moleskin. The skin of tha mole. Or somethin'.

Red Poppies