The Poppies of Castelluccio


Poppies
©Photo Courtesy of  Hardik Gohil*

in Castelluccio,
where Heaven’s angels tread
through fields of autumn
sweetly dressed in red.
kissed by Italian winds,
inflamed poppies dance
swaying gently
where wild stallions prance!
oh, Umbria,
where the saints have dined
in the meadows flowing
‘neath the Apennines,
such beauty lifts
the tired souls of men,
setting mortal feet
where only God has been!
in Winter’s grasp
each velvet petal weeps
for these fields of poppies
should never sleep!

*This poem is dedicated to the photojournalism of Writer and Photographer, Hardik Gohil.  You may view additional samples of his work at http://mang0pe0ple.wordpress.com

3 thoughts on “The Poppies of Castelluccio

  1. Alina

    Eternal beauty comes through your verse as if , from now, the poppies cannot but live in steps of god and a man’s soul, throughout all seasons and blessed by the myrific lands of Italy. What a pleasure to read.

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