The nest is empty now
the birds are flown
the joy of flight
their wings uplifting
life's unending journey
spurs them on to shoals
and dangers, happiness
and fears, through stormy seas
to light so blinding
that the senses swoon
What path awaits
in untried tumbling flight
where will their hearts
find haven after toil
we can but wish them well
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The nest is empty now
while silence deafening
booming our senses stuns
the home is silent now
small chirping children's voices missing . . .
I enjoyed that - thanks!
ReplyDeleteI can certainly relate to this poem right now, Arija!
ReplyDeleteMick,
ReplyDeletethanks for the visit. Glad you lided it.
Willow dearedst,
small wonder, it was inspired by you.
Hi! Thanks for the birthday wishes today! Beautiful blog you have here!
ReplyDeleteSigh..I love watching all the birds fledge and go on their way...like my daughter when she went off to graduate school...Seems that is our job as parents. Love this Arija!!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post. I liked all of it. And thanks for visiting my birds blog.
ReplyDeleteOur nesting season has ended here so your post was quite approriate for this part of the world. Also, it's interesting to see the posts of all the things just starting to bloom in your area. In this area, the plants are slowly dying off in preperation for the winter.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem and the photos are the perfect compliment! Love the close-up of the feather too!
ReplyDeleteI always try to find comfort in the fact that an empty nest means those birds finally spread their wings and are flying and amazing us with their dances. Loved your poem!
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