Day 151-365 "Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul."

Day 151-365 "Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.", originally uploaded by saralonde (trying to catch up).

-John Keats

I thought about a soft portrait of poppies, but these orangey-red flowers should be seen in full color against a contrasting blue sky. Not an original type of shot, but certainly vivid!

Poppies also remind me of "The Wizard of Oz". Maybe I should have titled this,

"You're out of the woods, You're out of the dark, You're out of the night.
Step into the sun, Step into the light.
Keep straight ahead for the most glorious place
On the Face of the Earth or the sky.
Hold onto your breath, Hold onto your heart, Hold onto your hope.
March up to the gate and bid it open"