Don't wake up the poppies,

Sleeping in the dew,

Breathing like lavenders,

Before the sun breaks through.

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​This piece captures the purplish softness of the morning before sunrise: The poppies remain curled in sleep, tucked in a blanket of dew.

A room with poppies 

A room with a view 

A room stills my restless questing: 

Is the breeze old or new? 

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We all know poppies belong under the open sun, but I wanted to bring that sunshine inside. So, I painted them right onto the tablecloth! A touch of nature's warmth for your home — created purely to delight our eyes.

A fire-scarred forest clearing,

Poppies blaze into an ocean again.

We are poor—with only our youth.

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A memory of Yosemite poppies, born from a forest fire. Watching my kids walk through waves of golden orange felt like proof of life’s quiet resilience.

Whatever fire you might be walking through, I hope you find your bloom on the other side.

Summer rain

Poppies' rare intruder

Puddles hum like cicadas --

Shallow, loud, and alive

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A rare Bay Area summer shower.

Visual Poetry No. 2: Puddles & Poppies

What color makes you feel alive?

Sunlight from ground up,

in the Golden State—

nature’s joy.

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Come on a hike with me! 🥾✨

Full of life and warmth—poppies always bring me back to the joy of being outdoors.

Here is Visual Poetry No. 1: California Poppies. I hope it brings a piece of nature’s joy into your week!