Empty Nest
Nest of winter
left over from the hot, summer months,
carefully interlaced grasses
rest peacefully against a raftered wall.
This nest that once was the home,
center of life for the young feathered ones
whose songs welcomed sleepy ears each morning
and sang 'good night' echoes to begin each evening.
Now, the silence reigns,
bringing with it the howling, wintry winds,
as the strength of woven grasses awaits
another answered prayer for the warmth and hope
of Spring.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
Photo taken on my side deck
Autumnal Still: Life
The pine cones, ripped away from their branches,
the wax candle, ready to be lit,
and the sugar pumpkin, tempting small animals
with its sweet nutrition
all rest in silent beauty
as the north wind
releases its fury
upon their stoic forms.
Do they have souls?
They each seem confident
in their positions placed;
so they sit, unknowing
of the possibilities, ready to burst
from hardened structures
that protect their divine essences.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
