poppies


Something pretty to look at and
lovely to read....

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.


Robert Burns, Tam o'Shanter

1 comment :

bea at La tartine gourmande said...

This is one of my favorite flowers! Very pretty!