She digs beneath my surface

she is a bird.
i am a limb.
we meet each spring
before my leaves arrive.

all winter i wait
for her to touch my skin
and sing her songs
into the morning sky.

the moment she lands
her songs begin
and then as quickly end
when she flies away.

i am here to hold her.
i am a limb.
she soars in sunlight.
i hold firm at night.

i know the day will come.
another bird will land.
we will meet each spring
before my leaves arrive.

i am a limb.
she is a bird.
i live beneath her.
she lives in flight.

each year i grow stronger.
i welcome thicker skin.
i welcome the longing.
i wait for her to sing.

she digs beneath my surface.
she cures everything that’s wrong.
and when winter comes i will wait again
for the day she returns to me

and sings her song.