Daisies billowing in the wind

Callouses on her broken hands

Peaceful plots and naïve nurseries bloom

And every blossom withers

She once left her home for someone new

Freedom forced her heart to move

She ran past dry dirt byways

As she burned through city blocks

Somewhere searching they’d find

The remnants of flight she left behind

Bristling in the last fall breeze she fractures

Long white wisps fall down her back

Her feathers take to the last bit of wind

Her full heart is breaking

For the bittersweet kiss of mortality

And for all those who will forever

Hold tight to the fallen tendrils

She first let fly under the old willow

They’ll visit her there one day

With her lost feathers in their hair