As Love's Pages Turn
Unlike the robin caring for her young
weaving a nest of affection
sitting sentry, perched on pale-blue eggshells
nourishing new-hatched fledglings
her joy as worms whirl down
their cavernous, yearning orifices...
A woman's tender love for her young
deepens as calendar pages turn
blossoming in Spring, flourishing in Summer
~ her nestlings long-departed ~
thriving in Autumn, yet vibrant through Winter
|