The Poppy Field

The Poppy Field

As she lay and closed her eyes,
Meadow green skirts blanketing.
Rich, earthy secrets buried,
Entrenched through the roots of her soul.

She used to run with the wind,
Chasing away the khaki demons.
They dug at her aching chest,
She wept at the howling sky.

Billowing petticoats of dandelions,
Float toward the effervescent clouds.
I walk through her rested spot,
Place petalled offerings at her side.