Gathering

A spring breeze
Gathering
Bites and bumps
Goosing my skin
Battling the sun
For ownership
Of this flesh I’m in
Stirring my psyche
Swirling my self
Around its fingers
Wickedly twisting
The towering trees
Bending beside me
Just enough to release
Their creaking
Sing-song screaming
Like joint and bone
From sitting too long
Still I stay, still
Changing with the wind
Breathing together
Until I am gathered
Made whole
Once again

-a.r.

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Ill Omen by Frances MacNair

~ by April on April 24, 2014.

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