by Emily Black
I feel dizzy from looking at leafy shadows
falling on an open
notebook where I sit
in my garden. Spring has truly come at last
after a hard winter of isolation.
Birds seem happier than usual or maybe
I am hearing them with new ears. I watch
robins bounce around like happy children,
jays squawk and fuss, and cardinals reign
supreme in regal scarlet feathers.
A crow caws in the distance, then approaches
near. He struts and looks at me from a sideways
stare.
I’m here, he caws, then louder, I’m here!
I’m here, he
insists. His loud, croaking voice
demands my attention; it stirs an ancient
awareness in me and in my trance-like memory
I dance to a gypsy tune around a pagan fire.
* * * * *
Emily Black, the second
woman to graduate from the University
of Florida in Civil
Engineering, engaged in a long
engineering career as the only
woman in a sea of men. Lately she’s been busy
writing vignettes of her life and
has two poems in the March
issue of Verse-Virtual and more to be printed
in the June issue of Door is A Jar and the October issue of Sac Magazine.
Emily was selected as Poet of the Week
by Poetry Super Highway for the week
of March 22-28, 2021.
An awakening of joy.
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