In my mind’s eye I still see July blooms dancing in the fields—hiking through chaparral hills climbing mid the skies. I felt in my spirit a feeling of gratitude for the gift of sight. My eyes fit for taking in color utterly alive and fiery as orange. The year prior a woman came to these mountainside fields holding a canvas pouch she carried at her hip. We crossed paths midway on a trail. I smiled hello, walked on till reaching a higher vantage and quickly turned to see her scattering seeds—swaying in a field of dry grass. Here I am going about my day catching a rare glimpse since occurrences like this are not common. I fumbled into the scenery as a witness yet what was being witnessed? Maybe that day I saw something spectacular, a sliver of the infinite, a thrill of freedom that accompanies a woman when stepping out to play. Whether there to see it or not never mattered. I enjoyed the poppies.
Happy Poetry Month!
Hi community, I want you to know I’m so glad you’re here and that you take a moment of your day to read my poetry. My wish for you this Spring—take the pressure off and give yourself permission to enjoy your life.
Orange Poppies is from my latest poetry book Fire And Flourishing 🔥🌸
Kassi, this is absolutely stunning. The imagery of the poppies—so vibrant and alive—feels like a quiet celebration of presence and resilience. There’s something deeply grounding and healing in the way you capture nature’s simple beauty. It made me pause, breathe, and just be. Thank you for this gentle reminder to notice the small wonders. ❤️💛✨️
Beautiful.