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 a poet based in Jersey City, New Jersey, USA. This is her first publication.