Spring Poppies

The hills come alive with vibrant poppy hues, From crimson red to golden yellow, a kaleidoscope of views. They cast their shadows on the valley's gentle slopes, A stunning aura, beauty that elopes. In my mind's eye, I envision my love so dear, Strolling with me through the poppy field, without a fear. Bathed in the gentle springtime sun's warm embrace, I place poppy flowers delicately in her hair, with grace. Enchanted by the beauty, I feel heaven on this earthly place. Birds flutter and sing amidst pink blossom trees, Awakening me from my dreamy, love-filled reveries. They dance and sway in the gentle breeze, To the whispered melodies of the poppies' tease. All winter they awaited, hidden in hedges below the hills, Now, in full bloom, their beauty spills. I wish this sight could last a little while, Before the mustard wildflowers paint the hills in golden style. Birds, bees, and butterflies will join the scene, Creating a symphony of colors, oh, so serene. May my heart hold onto this grand sight, A memory to cherish, a pure delight.