She’s a mountain wildflower
Basking in the sun
Swaying in the breeze
Full of color
Not going unnoticed
The chance of discovery
An encounter so beautiful?
Unlikely
But bound to happen
She’s a mountain wildflower
Growing tough but tall on the mountainside
Stream fed
From a pristine source no one can pollute
She’s fueled by the Earth
Right from the ground
Sustenance from ancient generations reanimated
To create new life
A mountain wildflower
Nothing outshines her when she’s in bloom
Unable to look away
Her sweet smells draw in many
But few are compatible
There’s style brought into this dry environment
Bundles of blue and white pop
Pinkish-orange and yellow shaped bells bow gracefully downwards
Purple trumpets flaring
Blaring “Look at me“
With sage green her complementary color
Bringing life out of the land
She’s a mountain wildflower
Her beauty calls
Admiration and appreciation are the currency of exchange
But tread lightly
For she’s delicate
And impossible to replace
I’ve passed many a flower
And paid the price witnessing their beauty
But in these high mountain meadows
I still search
Cush currently works as a SIHA naturalist for the 2024 summer season. You may find him on quiet trails searching for wildlife and views to photograph. Cush is an amateur photographer and all photos in this blog were taken by him.