By Susan Carman
Grace flows over me
like warm honey,
coating jagged edges within.
I kneel on grass anointed with dew
to worship at this altar, drink
of its silence. Kaleidoscopes
of lavender, lilac, and fuchsia
cascade over rocks near water's edge.
The lake exhales foggy breath
in morning's yawning glow,
floating ducks cluster,
still as decoys.
- Susan Carman lives in Overland Park. We're running low on poetry for this feature. Submit your work via e-mail with a subject line of Poet's Showcase to email@example.com or send typewritten (not handwritten) submissions to Mindie Paget, 645 N.H., Lawrence 66044, attn: Poet's Showcase.