Poems by Monica Stillman

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