Cottonwood
spins like a dervish
in this lonely road.
Cinched tunic,
the white funnel
skirt takes spherical
flight, a twister grounded
only by dancing feet,
by seed in the breeze.
Kersten Christianson is a raven-watching, moon-gazing, Alaskan. When not exploring the summer lands and dark winter of the Yukon, she lives in Sitka, Alaska. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing (University of Alaska Anchorage) and recently published her first collection of poetry Something Yet to Be Named (Aldrich Press, 2017). Kersten is the poetry editor of the quarterly journal, Alaska Women Speak. www.kerstenchristianson.com