Wild Lupines
High in the alpine meadow
as flat on my back I lie,
my privacy is absolute
surrounded by the sky.
The blue lupines around me
in wild abandon grow.
Loveliness so unearthly
must be Heaven's over flow.
Sole food for the blue butterfly,
lupines survive the winds
and snows of mountain meadows,
until the winter ends.
God gives then everything they need
to live a short life span,
the lovely flower and the butterfly
far from the eyes of man.
Joyce Johnson
for Constance's wild flower contest. Won 3rd place
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