Lupine Poems

It Was the Always and Will Be

It was the rat and the snake that ate each other.
It was the love in them.
It was the buttercup and the lupine that devoured the bees.
It was the insectivore legs that tilled the crumbling fields.
It was the crumbling fields that carried the legless off.
It was the fox that shook its head that sprayed red.
It was the upright shadow that wrote a crooked bible.
It was the moth that ate the angel – the angel with no mouth.
It was the angel with no mouth that spoke the loudest,
It was the love in him.

Come, Graceful Brittlebush

Come, graceful brittlebush
   And creamy globe mallow blooms.
The winds of spring call you
   Again from the sandy tombs.

Come, you dashing lupine
   And join the wingnuts on the hills.
Go and place your annual stake
   With them near the trails.

There is room, woolly daisies
   And Engelmann's cacti, on the plain.
Come dressed in your best trimmings.
   You are favored by the sun.

I will swing by and count you
   Among my treasured finds.
Fill my life with flowers
   So I know that I'm alive.

Love

Summer
Watery sensations!
A feel of having fallen into a light full of summer!
Sprung out of late night October dark.
The lightness of the wind.
The mystery of an ancient perfume.
I realize how I had been missing it.
Tapping into the underworld.
Of a wandering heart.
I welcome the cold freeze on my skin, it keeps me safe!
Yet I lust longingly for Warmth of the Sun!
For relief from the drear of my long lonely nights.
The warm breeze reminds me of love.
The Jasmine and Lupine gently increase my desire.
I've suppressed my longing for this sacred scent.
All below me, 100 generations touch my heart.
And teach stillness and contentment in the now.

Color My Small World -

Color my small world -
   Oh, fair Yeshua -
With a streak of globe mallow
   Inside a rocky draw

And the morning calm
   Of bergamot and lupine -
So I can stop time
   And set my gaze upon them -

And a swath of poppies
   Glowing in the sun
And a glint in the breeze
   As if to show Your love.

I'll go and walk about
   The garden variety -
Knowing that this niche
   Is where I want to be.

Would You, Little Red-Cap?

Little Red-Cap, I can see
no wolf would ever bother thee.
You'd not buy the masquerade
of his best laid plans, misplayed.
As I'm not the lupine brand,
would you gently take my hand?

Moonlight on Meadows

Sunlight or Moonlight - Moonlight on Meadows chosen title 8-21-24
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Moonlight on Meadows

Moonlight lays with meadows 
  Splashing auroras of platinum mist
   On midnight
 As lupine enters Luna’s corona
  Dressed in veils of silver blue.

Light’s fingertips spread wide
Taking in the silk caress –
         Hypnotic lavender and clover.

The silent silver flute song
  Parts tangled nests of moonlit shadows
   Sinking deeply into the crucible of light
While florid breaths of tuberose,
  Leave an argent kiss
    In moon pearls of satin dews.

Garlands of scented leaves
  Undulate in polar wax and wane
   Swaying 
    Holding close arching moonbows of sterling.

In full splendor of lunar madness
 Sweet midnight ambrosias explode 
 To dust the moonlight and meadows
With crystal bits of silver glitz.

Under a Sky of Celadon -

Under a sky of celadon -
   I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
   Of riding a flaxen petal.

Lupine and globe mallow
   Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
   Comprising my entourage.

I saw pale butterflies mingle
   Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
   Which tugged at their cloaks

And then - the drape shifted
   But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
   To me that sunny interlude.

Lupine

I greet the mild sun,
as it ascends among peach and lilac hues.
Its golden rays caress pearly dewdrops,
resting upon my verdant leaves. 
My conical purple and pink petals stand tall
against dawn's breeze, as I gently sway, 
dancing to nature's timeless rhythm.

I can hear the sweet call of the Chickadees,
as cheeky chipmunks raid brimming bird feeders.
Some claim I am controversial and invasive,
but I am a beacon of resilience -
a haven for bees and butterflies.

Wild

A turning restless child she is to me,
Wild nature rises feverish
                      In her bower; dark vines entwine
                            A whirling girl, a dervish.

She turns and turns, a breathless heart 
                    That never takes a beat, until she falls
                            Exhausted from her savage dance
                                    Her laughter loud and fierce.

Hair of leaves and claws of dirt
          Teeth white, she fights with lupine grin, 
                Snarls, rising from deep shadowed earth
                             To spin her violent dance again.          

Feral eyes peer unseen through mine
               And madness glints in gold, 
                     She refuses to be loved or held,
                          Her separation cruel and cold.
                
Un-named, unloved she lives here
      She-wolf, untamed and free 
             Lonely, wild and wanting
                      She devours the world for me.

Summer Jamboree

yarrow jamboree is five syllables
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Summer Jamboree

summer jubilee
 carnival spun in saffron ~
  long lemonade days

fields of sunflowers
glow like golden ocean waves ~
  summer fiesta

black-eyed susans spread
 into arid wilderness ~
  highway troubadours

drops of sunlight in 
 meadows of dandelions ~
  festivals of gold

butterscotch daisies
 shout sunny salutations ~
  topaz tapestries

yellow shooting stars
 twilight columbine galas ~
  lupine lemon drops

valley vistas glow
 like chalices of sunshine ~
  yarrow jamborees

Super Bloom Hs

super bloom

fall rains soak deserts
 spring hills wear capes of bluebells ~
  baby-blue-eyes quilts

poppy crucible
 canyons cradle blue lupine ~
  flowers paint deserts

golden sunflowers
 super blooms like color wheels ~
  arias in pink

pale primrose runs free
 leaps like white popcorn flowers ~
  dormant seed surprise

serendipity
 spring epiphany
 
5-16-23 

Every ten to fifteen years the Mojave Desert will produce a “super bloom” after heavy autumn rains.  The desert and hills are covered with poppies, popcorn flowers, lupine, baby-blue-eyes, bluebells, sunflowers.

Texas Springtime

Cold cobalt skies unfold their lanky limbs
The sovereign land awakes in zealous time
Where low mesquites abide the feral winds
Defiant blooms the lupine in its prime

Rainbugs dot the earth in velvet red
Ant lions quietly lurk in lethal lairs
Dirt daubers cast organ pipes overhead
Mockingbirds merrily try out their airs

Scissor-tailed flycatchers' semaphores flash
Silent songbirds seem incited to sing
The wispy wraith of Winter whispers past
And harbingers heady heralds of Spring

Petrichor, the smell of rain on dry ground!
Bluebonnets, the sweetest sight to be found!

Giving Her Advice On Adding Purple

I wanted to add purple to my garden, she said.
She was lucky to have me, I thought in my head.
What about catmint, hydrangea, or meadow rue?
She looked confused, like she did not know what to do.

There is always lavender, corydalis, alluring allium too.
She took a step back and landed heavily on my shoe.
Spiderwort, mist flower, violet, anise, I suggested to her.
She did not respond fast, so I mentioned lupine, so pure.

How do you know so much about flowers, she asked me.
I don’t know, I guess I have grown up with them naturally. 
Verbena, leading lady plum and bellflower might be the way…
She screamed, turned on her heel, and ran squarely away.

Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Purple Flower Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores

Wildflower Meadow

I love to meander a wildflower meadow
        on a warm sunny summer day ...
                oh, how the flowers dance and sway
                         and I stop to pick a bouquet
as daisy, bellflowers and aster say hello
        and so lovely are the lupine
                they entice like a purple wine
                         and everywhere the pansies twine
and before me a field aglow like a rainbow
        with bright blooms growing in all hues
                the gold, the purple, and the blues
                           colors mingle flow and suffuse
now, I rest in the field where the lovely blooms grow
        the marigold, yarrow, wild thyme
                 and I dream a daydream sublime
                             on a day in the summertime  ...

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April 01, 2022


Poetry/Rhyme/Wildflower Meadow
Copyright Protected, ID 04-144-887-01
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/04/2022

First Place

Old Records

Listening
As grooves whirl
A familiar track,
Once familiar refrains
Recall the vintage
Of innocence.

Scratched
In almost forgotten places,
The sound is altered ...
Yet I hear a cadence of the time
When sweet flowers grew
In an English country garden.


Inspired by a folk song I listened to while growing up during the 1960s : English Country Garden as sung by Jimmie Rodgers (can be found on YouTube).
From the song:
How many kinds of sweet flowers grow
In an English country garden?
I'll tell you now of some that I know
And those I miss you'll surely pardon:

Daffodils, heart's ease and flox 
Meadowsweet and lady smocks 
Gentain, lupine and tall hollihocks 
Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, forget-me-nots 
In an English country garden

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