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
And put them in a vase to fill my hall so bare.
Within a few short hours, they all did wilt away
Just like a Nova Scotian summer, they couldn’t last all day.
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Rohini Sunderam
Rohini Sunderam, a Canadian of Indian origin who calls both Halifax, NS and Bahrain, home, is a semi-retired advertising copywriter. Her stories and poems have appeared in several international anthologies and online magazines.
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