Spa Day
The shower felt invigorating.
Tiny droplets of moisture bounced
from the sides of the shower stall
onto my face.
My cells felt nourished,
renewed and alive.
It was time to start my day.
The Harvest
In the orchard,
Bees buzzed from sweetness
to sweetness.
Hands reached up to gather the fruit,
being careful of the stingers.
The canning jars were ready to be filled
with nectar and preserved for daily meals.
Tiny Pincers
Tiny pincers
from crabs
on the beach-
reach up and maneuver
their way around.
Precision clinging
In many directions.
Kings of all they surveyed.
Mary Bone has
been writing poetry since childhood. Some of her poems have recently been
published at Lothlorian Poetry Journal, Active Muse Journal, Literary Yard,
Spillwords, The Ink Pantry, Topical Poetry and other places.
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