Poem -

Lupines Along an Alaskan Highway

Lupines Along an Alaskan Highway

Traveling along an Alaskan Highway,
during late July a meadow is
covered with a purple surprise,
they are the lupines reaching 
way up to the bright blue sky,
standing tall and not looking shy.

The wild beauties provide
perennial pleasure for all to see,
short-lived flowers who enjoy 
living in the land of the midnight sun,
basking in hours of full daylight,
adding color to the tundra with delight.

Purple mountains provide the majesty
of the splendor of the panoramic scene,
where the lupines complement the royalty,
providing a violaceous pathway to the throne,
up into the heavenly summer sky in sight,
leaving all breathless and in awe of being alright. 
 

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Angel

Nicely written angel

Reply
author
Sonia Walker

Angel, thank you for you kind reply.  ~ Sonia 

Reply
author
Sol Sister

I loved your majestic description. The lupines are in bloom now where I live and they grow amongst the daisies.Beautiful sight.
Sol Sister

Reply
author
Sonia Walker

Sol Sister, I appreciate that you enjoyed reading my poem on lupines.  ~ Sonia 

Reply
Poem -

Clammy Hands

Clammy Hands

My hands are clammy
as I try to unlock Uncle Nick's door,
he left me the imposing house...

Poem -

U-Haul Trucks Aren't...

U-Haul Trucks Aren't Allowed in Heaven

U-Haul trucks aren't allowed in Heaven,
there just isn't any room for your stuff,
grandma's...

Poem -

The Waterfall is My Shower

The Waterfall is My Shower

The waterfall is my shower,
cascading on my senses,
cleansing me with its coolness
on...

Latest poems in Verse

Poem -

Loves desire

If long nights bleed into the sun, shall it weep the red day born. For blood moons cast shadows and shade...

Poem -

Addiction to the pain .

I might insist you Leave, and call you back again. It's only the repetition my addiction to your pain, you...

Poem -

Beneath what you glorified.

Beneath what you glorified, was broken, a tender to the cuts on my soul, you gave me nothing to stop the...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com