Empty Nest

Sort of wanton

The way the wind blew your hair

Into a birds nest

And in it we rested, two robins eggs

Blue, hatching together

the silver sun coated our salty throats

honey, hibiscus, harvest

our infant feathers blew in the blizzard breeze

we stretched like silly putty,

growing in aspen shudders

movement, minuscule, mothers' voice

shook the leaves, rattled our shelter

acorns pelted the earth, sounding like heart beats

baby bird beaks, feathered wings,

we flew

like J. M Barrie

Like Wendy and you