Green stem, arrow leaf
November cool above the bite of ginger.
The brightening torch
is born to kiss the shadow,
flight and song to validate the meadow.
The heart-tide drumming
where your brow is hollow
fills the eye with dazzle
with the sudden flare
of bluebirds on
a feint of air.
for Magaly's fragile,natural,wild
(I'm very fond of poppies, but my wayward and difficult muse chose to sport with a different flower.)
Image: Cup of Silver Ginger, ©Georgia O'Keefe Fair use.