Bird's Nest

By Ginny Lowe Connors

as the seasons which turn
and return, the wheel
of life made visible in its form

woven of thin sticks
that wrap around each other
over and under and through,
carefully worked with mud
dried to a thick adobe

cushioned in its center
with the finest pine needles
bits of down, a tracing of moss
and one blue thread
that appears and disappears

once, to delicate eggs
and then hungry hatchlings
it sheltered them
till they were strong enough
to fly on their own

to the ground
after a fierce storm
abandoned in the grass
still it holds its perfect shape

the lives we leave behind
are no less beautiful
for that—they cradled
their moments, and then
let them go

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