Poetry by Arvilla Fee
Some might say,
I’m in love
with this summer day.
That’s not the poet’s way.
The poet says—
I lie on my back,
indenting the meadow grass
with contented, contoured bones
as my eyes follow
freshly spun cotton-candy clouds
trailing across a turquoise sky,
as though clutched by unseen hands.
The sun blinks as they pass her face,
serene in her brief respite,
magnanimous in shaded grace.
There’s a low hum in the clover,
golden-brown bees
sticky with pollen and hope,
legs thick with yellow promises
of wheat, corn, and Black-Eyed Susans.
From a distance I hear
the ripple of water,
a river’s ceaseless mission
to join the salty sea
while coddling catfish and reeds.
And that’s why I lie here, the poet—
spine to earth,
a mouthful of clouds,
and blood that runs thick
with honey.
Arvilla Fee lives in Ohio, edits poetry for October Hill Magazine, and runs her own online magazine, Soul Poetry, Prose & Arts Magazine. She is a widely published author and has three published poetry books available on Amazon. For more info: https://www.soulpoetry7.com
