Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP8- Dordéan, do Chroí - A Hummingbird, your Heart | Page 25

Tree

At sunset, see my gown
of bark burn golden,
tightened by tendrils of ivy.
Hear birds nestle in my nests,
their flight, my thoughts made motion.
I sink my toes into soft night soil,
sip dew drops, and
adorn myself with shooting stars
that glister in tangled twigs.
I stretch toward the dark,
my lost lover –
his cold embrace
creeps into every crevice.

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