Natalie A. Walker

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Reborn

Willow branches survey the unexpected visitor, sway
with bellowing desire.
I arrived

in winter’s creeping. Dull. Frosted,
adorned. In tethered flannel,
stitches without ends.

The willow offers itself as coffin,
submerges me in burnished brown.
In sleep; bonded.                           Willow awakens

groggy from gentle alarms of spring.
Torso bends to roots, greets
me as wooden newborn.

Natalie A. Walker is an emerging writer based in Jersey City, New Jersey, USA.