roots – A Burd in Flight

Mourn

I walk to the trees, for they cannot walk to me. But in dreams they do. They come to me calling, whispering my name in the sighs of their branches, laughing trickling down to me through their leaves, for they are as happy to be known as I am. No one knows me as aContinue reading “Mourn”

Is it heartless

In the morning I wipe the sleep from my eyes, thanking my brain for not dreaming of her. And it feels good and right that I have habits that are mine and only mine and don’t come from our time together. Even so she’s still there, when I look at my hair growing in fromContinue reading “Is it heartless”

Lightly

Slowly lightly she creeps in stealthily Her claws around the pane Skin rough like the moon she slides Her heavy belly over the flagstones Breaths pushing ancient lungs she Is the wind wheezing gently over sweetgrass She is the first smile a girl makes She is hope knowing the sun shines to her again InContinue reading “Lightly”