Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees,
(If our love remain)
In an English lane,
By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies
I find poppy buds to be almost as beautiful as the blossom. Maybe more so.
Here's an up close and personal look at one.
This one is just about to pop.
They bloom so quickly that I can't say I've seen them in this stage of emergence - with the splitting bud still visible.
It isn't long before they're all a-flutter just like the post title and quote suggest.
Beautiful flowers, these poppies are. (Yoda, I am talking like)
Any way you look at them.
Petals glisten after a summer shower.
And on the underside of a bud, a tiny creature navigates the hairs.
Thanks for walking amid the poppies with me. All were growing in Frank's back yard.