The wind blew this poppy down yesterday and tore her off the poppy plant.

We brought her into the house and put her in a vast with water, and she was very much alive,  but she stopped me short when I saw how much like an angel she was this morning, right down to the wings.

Perhaps she is an angel, sending me a signal, talking to me. It wouldn’t surprise me, but it has enchanted me.

You can write it off as a meaningless act of nature, but…