Lisa Meserole

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I Stand, I Kneel, I Stand, I Kneel in The Starfield

A pasture hums and flutters
below wind-swept clouds,
with stained glass windows,
wings and bodies, metallic and sequined,
as colorful as the wildflowers
in which a deer rests, full of wonder –
a web woven in blades of grass,
by a spider smaller than a drop of dew.
The deer hurdles over the pews
of wildflowers, her white tail
makes great arcs in warm wind.
The skeleton of a snake in the grassy aisle,
shares its silent prayers
of bone and skin.

In 2017, I was honored to be an Edwin Way Teale Writer-in-Residence at his memorial sanctuary, Trail Wood, in Hampton, CT. The program was sponsored by the Connecticut Audubon Society. My poems have appeared in Connecticut River Review, Green Hills Literary Lantern, Earth's Daughters, Shot Glass Journal, and elsewhere.