Bird's Nest

by

Ginny Lowe Connors

Round as the seasons which turn

and return, the wheel

of life made visible in its form

 

Sturdy woven of thin sticks

that wrap around each other

over and under and through,

carefully worked with mud

dried to a thick adobe

 

Soft cushioned in its center

with the finest pine needles

bits of down, a tracing of moss

and one blue thread

that appears and disappears

 

Home once, to delicate eggs

and then hungry hatchlings

it sheltered them

till they were strong enough

to fly on their own

 

Fallen to the ground

after a fierce storm

abandoned in the grass

still it holds its perfect shape

 

Sometimes the lives we leave behind

are no less beautiful

for that—they cradled

their moments, and then

let them go

#bird, #ornithology, #nest, #home, #nature, #fledglings, #cradle, #eggs, #hatching

https://pixabay.com/photos/storks-pair-solicitous-2206638/: Picture courtesy: You can use the following text:Image by Here and now, unfortunately, ends my journey on Pixabay from Pixabay 

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