Bridging Birdhouses

A bird on the sunflower

You feed birds,
they plant sunflowers—
tilling dirt with claws,
beaks, the weight
of wings, still
and in motion. Grass
yellows, becomes thick,
hairy, prickly with petals
and light.

The ground has always been
a garden.


Poem by Kristin Yates

Kristin Yates is from the wilderness trail of Lewisville, NC. Her poetry has previously appeared in Salem College’s Incunabula, The New Verse News, and Tiny Seed. Her work can be found at: