Connie Yost

Rookie (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

Over My Head - Poem by Connie Yost

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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  • Bronze Star - 2,966 Points Smoky Hoss (5/10/2013 9:49:00 AM)

    Ah yes, I understand. I'm trying to get a garden planted now, and while out there love to listen to and watch the birds, and all the amazing motions of nature, moving together as if listening to some divine classical song of which only they are fully aware.
    Beautiful poetry Connie. Thanks for the vivid mental/spiritual picture. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013


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