Poppies Blow
by Marcus Draik

Sunlit in the morning red
Birch-bast shoes and kerchieft head
Sobbing under summer skies
Fleeting whither sorrow shies

Far across the fallow lands
Far from temperamental hands
Where the cows in pasture low
And where the scarlet poppies blow

Here the sunlight warms her shawl
Here the tears less swiftly fall
Forgetting once espousal's woe
And walking where the poppies blow