A bunch of lupines, bending in the sun
Holding their sides and laughing just for fun
Too hysterical from giggling at Life and Lunacy
To stop and share their little joke with me.
A crowd of lupines, gathered in a field
Gossiping in knots of purple, pink and green
Smiling at the clouds, chatting on their knees
Unmindful of the weather and the sudden chilling breeze.
A scourge of lupines, ravishing a hillside
In every grotesque posture and every groom a bride
I picked a heady armful, as they lay cavorting there
A tiny little armful, wouldn’t leave the hillside bare.
Clutching summer madness in purple, lilac, green
I put them in a crystal vase, therein to primp and preen
I let them stand just as they pleased in postures wild and rare
Some stood upright, some flopped around, just pretty anywhere.
A vase full of lupines, standing in the hall
A Nova Scotian summer, that did me enthral
Within a few short hours, they all did wilt away
Just like a Nova Scotian summer, they couldn’t last all day.