Queen of spring

Every morning she walks alone
Her eyes lost in distant hills
Her hands busy gathering
Wild red poppies burning like flame

She gathers them together
In a bunch, wears them around
her head like a crown and pretends
She is the empress of spring

She picks up a huge bunch
Of flaming red poppies
And golden sunflowers
Stiches them together

Wears them like a crown
On her head full of golden
Locks, tumbling all over
Her pretty rosy cheek

She stands in the morning
Sunshine, glowing like a
Greek goddess, innocent of
the eyes full of love and smile

That are cast toward that sight divine
a beautiful spirit, shining in morning sun
Immersed in own beauty and grace
reflecting the early morn spring sunshine.