A Galaxy of Poppies

It was a fine time to take a train ride.

On the west side of the Sierra
Scattered patches of poppies,
A galactic collection of blooms,
Radiantly yellow and gold,
Glowed in a firmament
Of green and brown.
Blue lupine were there too,
Spread evenly, almost unnoticed,
Like a blue mist
Or a sheen
On the scene.