Poems by Monica Stillman
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Meadow Walk
by Monica Stillman
From Canary Spring 2024
Monica lives next to the Pacific Ocean where a steelhead stream runs down from the oak- and sage-covered hills to meet the sea -- moving waters, migrating sand, and bird calls.
I wear morning glory
blooms for shoes
so as not to startle
nesting birds
breathe in spicy
warmth of sage
drape loose bees
around my shoulders, hum
pocket-full the flowers -
shooting star, owl’s
clover, pale checker mallow
brush thistle down
from my hair
with a lupine comb
count my riches -
a million golden poppies
crowd around
© Monica Stillman