Lark’s call

Listening in her chair

Creaking in its age

Watching dew caress

Web lines of her spider

Crisscross the splinters

Worn from her lovers

Gift upon her porch

Orange melts to blue

Drowning in the tune

Twittering to twist

Between the green

Interrupted in crimson

Swirling yellow jade

Feathers enveloping

The yearning song

Of a lark’s lover’s

Heart

(C) frankie Mcgivney