By Joyce Jacobo
[Author’s Note: Every Spring, poppies of various hues cover the fields throughout Southern California. They are a beautiful sight–and at least these flowers haven’t been touched by the Wicked Witch of the West.]
Across the verdant hills and valleys
poppies have popped to the surface
in rich purples, oranges, and yellows
They gleam while bathed in sunshine
Now that the storm clouds are gone
Wildflowers are out in the daylight
A natural garden few could achieve
Spread far into the distance
their fragrance carried through the air
on every gentle breeze
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Absolutely beautiful . Love it.💕
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Aww, thank you so much!
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My pleasure 💕
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Yay.
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I can smell the spring through this poem!
Plus, I love poppies and cakes with poppy seed are one of my favorite 😄
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They are memorable, indeed. Poppy seed cakes are delicious.
One year, the super bloom in SoCal was so widespread and vibrant that visitors from all over came to take photographs. They would pull off to the sides of various roadways, which caused such a problem there was an advisory put out discouraging them for doing so after a while. It was quite a crazy season. ^_^
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