Posted in metaphor, Nature, poetry

Remember

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Almost lost amidst dead leaves
and severed limbs,
a nest felled by the storm,
barely more than twigs.

On other walks, it would have been
a mass to be avoided,
side-stepped in the rain.
But reason,
shamed by distant fluttering,
let sentiment compel
a search for life
within that sodden lump,
so plainly delicate and still.

How to quell despair,
when prodding leaves no doubt,
spills a hash of shattered shells,
a mother’s beak still full?

I laid small stones by the debris,
a bed too frail for splitting skies,
crushing hail,
and,
heeding wings,
gazed far aloft at hope.

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Listening. Observing. Learning.

6 thoughts on “Remember

    1. Thank you so much, Katia, for your kind words. I don’t consider myself a poet, but nature has a way of reaching and inspiring the expression it needs. I am always amazed by it.

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