Refugees of Reason

The Poppy that I Picked

I picked a poppy a few minutes ago
Hoping to capture its bright exuberance.
And now it has already lost it's glow;
A faded darkness and wilting magnificence.

Moments ago it dwelt with its kind beside a field,
Framing one edge with a sash of brilliant red;
Collectively much prettier; sturdy and steeled
Against the elements, together strong in a bed.

Such is the case, that alone we may appear
Very bright, beautiful, independent, all that,
But so very fragile, though outwardly austere,
Only to fade, to wilt, usurped from our habitat.

~ gtk