birch girls
By Jennifer Crow
pale faces
crowd around me, a circle
called up from the roots
of time—pinned to the moss
I blink at a blaze
of morning light
on leaves
secrets whisper
and birch girls laugh
shaking slender limbs
in the teeth of the wind—
shifting green shows
every summer of the world
and if you lie beside me, birch girl,
we will sleep until sunset
and learn how to bend trees
into bows
and fling ourselves to the stars
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Jennifer Crow’s poetry has appeared in a number of print electronic venues over the years, most recently in Heroic Fantasy Quarterly and Star*Line. You can find her on Twitter @writerjencrow, or on Patreon creating new poems and essays for her patrons.