If you go to the hillside
on a summer day,
there you will find
lupine, growing
regal
wealthy and whimsical,
basking in summer glory.
The purple delights,
fairies in flower form,
ready to grant
your deepest desire.
Poem by Grace Schwenk
Grace Schwenk is a writer from the Bitterroot Valley of Montana. When not writing, she can be found getting lost in the mountains with her pack of hiking chihuahuas.