Brother

I hope you realise

you are the salt of my earth.

The roots which reach ever deeper.

I hope you realise one day

how much more you are

than you have believed before.

You are waxwings in the trees

arriving on winter’s doorstep in stoic defiance.

You are warmth in the bitter cold.

I hope you realise

I love you as if summer to your spring.

I hope you realise

little one, you are already everything –

galaxies and turned up soil in the rain.


Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

Photograph taken by me.

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