Poetry

I am from

I am from sea spray,
sprinkled over sand and rocks
leaving behind a salty brine
that dries to pale powder.

I am from the sky,
my wings spread wide
gliding across a cloudless day,
my sharp eyes survey the ground.

I am from snow,
a frozen memory buried deep
under an icy existence
waiting for spring thaw to release me.

I am from the dirt,
Earth Mother of all life,
plants and trees emerge as sprouts,
animals born from my womb.

I am from everywhere
and also from nowhere,
the space of my universe is vast,
I dwell in every shadow.

Julie Dickson

Julie A. Dickson writes of nature, mystery, animals, teen issues and current events. Her poetry appears in many journals, including Sledgehammer, Misfit, Open Word and Ekphrastic Review; her full length works on Amazon. Dickson holds a BPS in Gerontology and collects stories from elders, is a Pushcart nominee and is active in the New Hampshire poetry community.

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