Black Poppies

Black poppy sleeps or dreamless night In summer shade of moony light Hazy veils of clouds loom low Like warm kittens close to the earth Underground bodies stir with no sound No one to hear them under the ground Ghost horse and stillborns turn in their cradles Silvery meadow murmurs the song of Tiny glow worm glowing Rain starts her shimmery decent Into the old leathery sking the farm