Another one for Mother's Day 1995; quietly Pagan.

bike ride
by danica nuccitelli
I saw a poppy today. 
A small bright face, leaning back to receive the sun. 
It sat in a hollow in the soft dark ground,
thin stalk spreading lacy leaves to the world, 
seemingly alone. 
But the Earth's arms are around it
holding it up, supporting it
like a mother supporting her children
invisible, but always there.