WADING THROUGH POPPIES

                                     Together

    

  we have waded

through fire,

            
the heatless

flame

altering 

color

slightly

at each step

and each hour

               of the season,

the hues of

goldfields,

lupine, 

fivespot, 

                              baby blue eyes,

and owl's clover

mingling with these

                                                   poppies

that burn

               time away,

so that an instant

or an age

is of no importance,

and moving

or standing still

             we are like them,

burning

quietly--

burning quietly.