Lupine Ridge

Long after we are gone,
Summer will stroke this ridge in blue;
The hawk still flies above the flowers,
Thinking, perhaps, the sky has fallen
And back and forth forever he may trace
His shadow on its azure face.

Long after we are gone,
Evening wind will languish here
Between the lupine and the sage
To die a little death upon the earth,
As though over the sundown prairies fell
A requiem from a bronze-tongued bell.

Long after we are gone,
This ridge will shape the night,
Lifting the wine-streaked west,
Shouldering the stars.  And always here
Lovers will walk under the summer skies
Through flowers the color of your eyes.

Credit

From Red Wind of Wyoming, Third Edition by Peggy Simson Curry, published by Sage Books. Copyright © 1955 by Peggy Simson Curry. Reprinted with the permission of the Estate of Peggy Simson Curry. All rights reserved.

Author

Peggy Simson Curry

Peggy Simson Curry, born in 1911, is the author of Summer Range (Dooryard Press, 1981) and Red Wind of Wyoming and Other Poems (Sage Publishing, 1955), along with several works of fiction. In 1981, Curry was named Wyoming’s first poet laureate. Curry died in 1987.

Date Published

01/01/1955