Carpet of Color

Stalky lupines add a purple fringe to rugs beneath the lodgepole pine In tall cool grass, where deer have been the sun slides down between the limbs The blue wild flax, on slender stems will bend and bow to every breeze And sulphured bands of wild buckwheat in wild array, will cluster at my feet Not planned, unintended, still they remain Untouched by the hoe, and watered by rain A colored carpet wide and sweeping for my eye While hiking through the lofty hillside high Kissed by the sun and tossed by the breeze Running through clover or wherever they please The winding path that climbs higher still Strikes vibrant chords and charms the spirit still This hillside of carpet, in springtime so mild Planted by God, and born to be wild Inspired by Constance's mini contest "Wildflowers"