A hillside of lupine
  awake with color
Through the morning
  mists, light dark
Hues blending in a rich
  tapestry of wild
Delight, here in this
  place of pine
Soil that is rocky and
  hard yet they grow
In profusion to give the
  eye delight on this
Day mixed with fern
  and dew, lost in
The midst of the wood
  a chance meeting