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.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Sounds like a wonderful place to while away a summer’s day 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. It was a lovely setting for the morning. My first time there, and I’d like to return. No wifi, but so very easy on the eyes that little pond.
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Beautiful the summer feels and movement in this piece!
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Thank you, Jaya. I needed the escape. It was just me and a flock of geese most of the morning, which was just lovely.
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You have very beautiful views there! ❤️
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Thank you, John. A summer storm has kicked up now, but it was a beautiful morning outdoors.
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This looks beautiful
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Thank you. It was quite peaceful. What I needed and with very little noise but the geese and my keys clattering about.
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Ohh silence is golden ♡
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Awesome!!!! Lovely poem So cool to see the book form. I’m waiting for mine. It’s probably on a boat somewhere.
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Indeed. 😂Getting a high seas adventure, is it? The cover is that deliciously soft material that makes you want to pick it up again and again (I have no idea what it actually is.)
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Ooh yay. I can’t wait. We are going away on Saturday so it will probably arrive in my absence.
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Oh, well, I guess your neighbor gets the first crack at it.😂
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LOL. Yes. I was discussing the parcel’s arrival with our neighbour who will be feeding our chooks while we’re away. We wondered if a thief would be disappointed or pleased to steal a parcel and find it full of poems.
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Ha. Yes, well, anyone unhappy about discovering a book of poems is poor in spirit, in my book. 😉
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That’s so lovely. I adore this time of year, as the sun shines more, and the vibrancy and colors of nature sing to us. Lovely reflection, K. 💜
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lovely photos and poem and congrats for the publication; I love ‘the tips tickle their tummies’, not just for the alliteration but for its gentle tactile feeling —
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A beautiful location my dear friend.
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Thank you. I plan to return
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You should dear friend and you are welcome.
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