The Nest Is Never Empty
The nest is never empty
A fluttering of feathered feelings
Stirring dust motes of memory,
That empty spot on the wall
All that space in the closets
Full of snowstorms and mitten moments.
Time sits idly in its chair
Waiting - tapping its fingers
Anticipating - that flurry of activity
No doors slam,
no rush is felt throughout the house.
How could this nest, this house,
Be filled with such an emptiness?
John G. Lawless
©5/1/2023
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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