Every spring, a single common poppy at the edge of the field brightened the long rows of wheat with its vivid red petals.

The hills were ablaze with California poppies after the spring rains.

A prickly poppy's bright yellow flowers stood out against the desert soil.

A poppy bee used a neat semicircular scrap of petal to line the brood cell.

The children lay among the corn poppies, chasing butterflies on a warm summer afternoon.

Matilija poppies covered the sunbaked slope, their huge white blooms swaying in the breeze.

In early spring, the wood poppy spreads bright yellow patches beneath the oak canopy.

She carefully dried the poppy head to use in her floral arrangement.

The field was dotted with dried poppy heads that rattled in the wind.

A lone red poppy nodded gently in the breeze along the roadside.