



A Meadow Lark
Sternum in the sky,
tell me which parts I’m missing.
I spot a backbone,
not my own, and fluffy phalanges
spread freely.
Still pond reflection
green diving into green,
soothe me with some kindness,
birds skim lime grass
the tips tickle their tummies;
they chuckle as they glean.
Virginia summer’s friendly
her May buds swoon,
limp trumpets in the
blush of June.
Gardens, intricately tasseled rugs,
blissfully unraveling
from summer’s gentle tug.
I’m fortunate to spend the day outside with my muse in this still and silent garden. I’ve brought some reading materials, including, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women. These poems are inspiring quick bites to read, and I’m savoring each of them.






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