Growing Roots
By Mary Bone

 

Standing in the mulched
flower garden,
I grew roots and became a tree.
Birds built nests and raised their young.
The open sky helped me breathe.
My limbs stretched out
as my roots searched for sustenance

 

Valley of the Dead

In the valley of the dead,
vultures hover
waiting for morsels.
This wild westpicked
at dust covered bones
glaring in the sun.

 

Mary Bone from U.S. is writing poetry and short stories since childhood. She has had two books of poetry published. Some of her poetry can be found at The Academy of The Heart and Mind, Visual Verse, Spillwords, Literary Yard, The Oklahoma Today Magazine and other places.