The Dogs of Stinson Beach

O' Poppies!

Poppies standing

Stately

True

Heads held high

LOOKING

for the 

LIGHT

They peak from under logs

SEEKING

PEEKING

out from hidden

SITE

Then gently close in their even'

FLIGHT

 orange petals 

BRIGHT

Welcoming in the 

NIGHT

Got Twigs?

or...
Build it and they shall come?

Lupines Reaching for the Skye

Fat bumble bees

buzzing by

Scent of sweet clover

A soaring hawks cry

Blue skye

Beaming sun

Slight restless breeze

Rustles through leaves

May

Fill MY Easter Basket with Poppies Please!