Grandfather oaks dangle
Spanish Moss beards,
prop themselves upright
on time-twisted knuckles.

Overhead, tawny hawks float,
glide in broad, lazy circles.
Squirrels chirp the alarm,
dive underground to take cover.

White sage, silver chaparral frame
bloomed out clumps of lavender lupine.
Fairy Lanterns unfold like pale stars
beside Sticky Monkey, Pearl Everlasting.

Across golden meadow,
past an exclamation of scarlet Paint Brush,
beneath wild mustard snarl,
a muscular gopher snake pulses.

By Jennifer Lagier

Pathway under spreading oak branches

The author, Jennifer LagierJennifer Lagier has published ten books and in literary magazines. She taught with California Poets in the Schools, co-edits the Homestead Review, helps coordinate Monterey Bay Poetry Consortium readings. Newest books: Harbingers (Blue Light Press), Scene of the Crime (Evening Street Press), Camille Abroad (FutureCycle), Forthcoming: Like a B Movie (FutureCycle Press, 2018). Her Website: jlagier.net  Facebook: www.facebook.com/JenniferLagier/ Photo by the author.

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