the nest
hidden
even when revealed
Awaiting The Security Of Leaves
To Be Held
even winter
seeks the comfort
of a nest
On The Nest
winter’s egg
roosting Spring’s
first stirrings
Everything In Its time
everyone’s fledged
the nest rests
as apples ripen
Daring
life requires hope
the world
must be trusted
The Look
breath held
drawing strength from stillness
mother eyes the giant intruder
Held
A lone berry
provides purpose
to the empty nest.