Photo by Natalia Trofimova on Unsplash
A bird flies up,
And becomes the sky.
Feathers outstretched,
Feeling the wind.
A bird flies up,
Bringing the trees with her,
The memory of branches
Sway within her.
A bird alights on a branch,
And becomes a nest.
Eggs coddled,
All down and soft grasses.
I stand,
I become the ground.
My feet are rooted,
In fertile soil.
I look up
And become the sky.
About the Creator
Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Two poems are featured in a new print anthology-POETICS: Grain available at Bainbridge Island Press.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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