For Poppy...

For Poppy

My faery-light child.

My sweet, small girl.

With ocean-green eyes,

and sunshine-bright curls.

You're the white-quiet of snow.

The first day of Spring.

The blue-black feathers,

of the small birds that sing,

in shady dark places.

The smell of damp grass,

The honking of geese in the night,

as they pass.

You're the tickle of sunlight,

upon bare knees.

The sound of night winds,

as they whip through tall trees.

The sigh of a newborn,

in an innocent sleep.

The crisp-green of a frog,

in a joyous mid-leap.

You're the sound of the rain,

in a late Summer storm,

as it bathes August dust,

so cleansing and warm. 

The feel of each drop,

on freckled, round cheeks.

An old rocking chair,

that cradles and creaks.

You're the sound of the ocean,

and Christmas light twinkles.

Birthday cake covered fingers,

pink frosting and sprinkles.

The smell of old books,

and crayon scribbled art.

The crunch of an apple,

sweet, juicy and tart.

You're rolling, white clouds.

A field full of corn.

You're the mewing of kittens,

that have just been born.

You're my moonlight eyes child.

My dear Poppy girl.

With a morning-sun smile,

and marigold curls.