Let the seasons be my pallbearers
And me their everlasting offering
I’ll change with the trees
From green to gold to gone
And like the snag I’ll be there
Even when there’s nothing left for the critters to feed on
The birds’ll sing me to sleep
Under no gravestone or casket,
I lie in the earth,
Dirt pulled up to my chin like a blanket
Loud winds no longer scare me
But fuel my being
Heavy or light
May the rain awaken my bones
For eons after my death
Even when they have long faded to dust
It feels like a deep breath
And I will feel
In roots that once spread where joints begin,
The buds that grew out of bone,
Up through my tree limbs
My wooden fingertips feed on the air
And besides the birds I’m alone
I am alive
A feeling I've never known
Tread lightly on my grave,
Something only the deer will do
Movement too gentile to be human
Although I welcome that too
Even the touch of the ghostly shadows
Known only to the woods
Will bring me warmth
I am of the forest
Now and henceforth
- Talia Glory
Talia Glory is a writer and artist based in western VA. She studied Film & TV Writing and Art History at Syracuse University.
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