Step Outside

by Heather M. F. Lyke

Computer closed, screens off—
I return to the nature that’s been waiting.
Saturdays are slower in seclusion.
Nowhere to go, I sink down—
lean back onto uneven earth warmed by sun.
Settling into the ground that holds me,
I lace grass between fingers—
Breathe at pace with the breeze.
Soften my eyes: look up.
Lashes blur backlit clouds
framed by Ironwood buds—

Poet biography:
Heather M. F. Lyke is a writer living in southern Minnesota. By day, she teaches students Creative Writing and American Literature. On evenings and weekends, she creates. She builds things out of nothing: sometimes with paint, occasionally with fabric, but most often with words.  

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