mama bird

See the birds out of the window
A green spring, a united land
and then you,
     queen of flowers
     mother of tears
that break in the land
and renew its rest.

delicate
                   gentle
                                   a wrist turning to its need.

laughing at the sight of her own
embracing the change of the soul.

The birds
here
          and there

and she
                                       everywhere.