Empty Nest

This poem comes from Hummingbird Nest: A Journal of Poems by Kristine O’Connell George. I took a photo of the poem’s painting, an empty ficus tree under a full moon, and it’s been on my phone all summer. 

 

Empty Nest

Kristine O’Connell George

 

No sign of them.

The time finally came.

My hummingbird family moved

away.

 

Tonight

the dark seems filled

with cold and cat and owl.

Pocket-sized birds, sleeping, alone,

out there.

 

This is how

it’s supposed to be.

So why do I keep watching

this empty nest in this empty tree?

 

 

Comments

  1. So perfect for back to school, back to college, empty bedrooms, and the long wait for news from a far campus.

  2. Clif W DRUMMOND says:

    Bless you my Darlin’

  3. Clif W DRUMMOND says:

    Teriffic!

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