Do you remember the day we saw the lupines?
That hidden meadow behind the undulating ribbon of pine outside your window?
We saw it at the same time, and you pulled over before I had to ask.
Lupines as far as our eyes could see!
It felt magical and romantic and just for us.
Everything that weekend was just for us —
the snow on summer mountains,
the perfect campfire meal,
the moose sighting and chipmunk troupe,
the Strawberry Moon and breathtaking stars.
Everything I loved most about us was that one weekend.
I never think about the other things —
the things that melt snow and douse dreams,
the things that scorch fields of lupines from memory.
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©2013, Jen Payne
Lupines, High Park, J. E. H. MacDonald, 1910