Invisible Umbilical
written by: Kim M. Russell
@kim88110
The unborn sleep and wake
to their mothers’ heartbeats
with flares of dawns and sunsets.
Expectant with gentle curves,
fields are still blotched with snow,
while limp and drowsy meadows
transform into the smoky green
of seeding grasses and flowers,
patches of shifting light and colours
bound together by an invisible umbilical,
dewy cobwebs and the hum of early bees –
there are no gaps in nature’s family tree.
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