A Son

Gillian Kessler Poetry

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He was born with the

wild coyotes howl

the heat uncovering

the lichen

the heat opening

the old buds

He was born on the

Day of New Beginnings

his eyes like lost

teal treasures

his lips

the heaviest berry

He was born and the

elk shaped their final traverse

The eagle swept

through the soft sky

He was born and

I opened again

unimaginably alive




About the Author

Gillian Kessler

Gillian Kessler can be found dancing to loud music, teaching exuberant children to appreciate language, writing in the early morning when everyone is asleep and exploring the wilds of Montana with her beautiful family. Read more about her eclectic and full life at .

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