Empty Nest

Posted: November 30, 2015 in Uncategorized

Miz Quickly November 30: Phrases “nests, the speckled eggs”

 

The last lingering leaves are  stripped
from limbs in the wind’s ardent blast
revealing a nest. The speckled eggs of
the house wren are long gone, hatched,
strong-winged and scattered. Only the
nest remains, silent tribute to a warm,
cozy home of safety and warmth,
laughter and tears memories to last
for many years. And I, mother Wren,
and father, too, seem to fly slower
in the chimeless abode of fledglings flown.

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