Coming Undone
By Tara Sinclair

In the canopy
of the morning sun,
the snow melts
like thoughts absorbing
into the unseen
of the season,
and the ground
moves in increments,
as the soil cracks
beneath in hope,
the birds sing a chorus above;
a speckling of the sun,
in the face of the day.

Tara Sinclair uses her words to connect nature and nurture. She studied Fish and Wildlife, Psychology, and has an interest in Buddhism. Of Ukrainian and Scottish descent, born and residing in Kelowna BC. You can read more of her writing at AlwaysLittlePieces.wordpress.com.