precious and delicate
even the thought
of a new beginning
The Wonder Of Suggestion
Awaiting The Security Of Leaves
the nest
hidden
even when revealed
Bird With Leaf Buds
before the leaves
the buds
before the nest
the plan
Gravity
perils
of a nest
built on a slope
The Nest
woven with care
so fledging feet
will remember softness
Marsh In The Rain
the welcome home
as water
receives water
To Be Held
even winter
seeks the comfort
of a nest
Apparition
veiled in a silken web
the ghost appears
before the death
Preparations
eyes as wide
as the sky
pre-flight deliberation
Empty Nest
last year’s nest
holding place
for today’s hopes
On The Nest
winter’s egg
roosting Spring’s
first stirrings
Home Sweet Home
a most charming box
entices inhabitants
to nest and rest
The Watch
nobility
above the nest
on watch for spring stirrings
Everything In Its time
everyone’s fledged
the nest rests
as apples ripen
Inside the Bird Box
phoebe
on her nest
of moss and dryer fluff
Loon’s Nest
as she sits
creation is constructed of
stillness and patience
Provisioning
the clamor for food
an ancient noise
that starts the hunt
Winter’s Nest
filled with snow
a cozy cold
winter’s nest
Revealed
as leaves depart
the hideaway
is made known
Daring
life requires hope
the world
must be trusted
The Look
breath held
drawing strength from stillness
mother eyes the giant intruder
Request
berries frame the empty nest
that rests until spring’s request
Feathered Nest
tossed by the wind
the feathered nest
made of moss and hope
will be built again
Vacancy
A nest awaits
the feathered promise
of new beginnings.
Craftsmanship
Woven with beak and artistry
beauty weathers winter
to house the new life of spring.
Birch Bird Box
with a snow cap hat
waits out winter wishing
for a feathered nest.
Winter’s Hatch
From the snow egg
eventually emerges
blues skies and warm days.
Pod Gall
The gall of the flying guest
who leaves behind his bulbous nest
but goldenrod the gracious host
welcomes insects more than most.
Nest
Winter laid an egg of snow
for March to roost upon
we’ll count the days until the hatch
of finely feathered spring.
Snowed In
Fluff the nest and tuck your beak beneath your wing.
Winter has arrived. It is sitting on our perch, dear.