Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
Over My Head
I'm up to my ankles in strawberry blossoms,
Knee deep in a field of white daisies.
I've startled a family of sleepy opossums,
And three sprinting meadow lark babies.
I'm up to my elbows in goldenrod yellow,
Orange butterflies know it's sweet power.
A brown thrasher's songs become suddenly mellow,
I'm up to my hat in a shower!
I'm under an apple tree, feeling it's kindness,
A gnarly old friend I so treasure,
It's down to a sprinkle, warm sun again finds us,
I'm over my head in full pleasure!
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