The winds have calmed.
The rains have ceased
and now there’s peace.
Two vacant chairs reside
and inside the rooms seem vacuous.
You’ve done your very best
to build this cozy nest and now,
you have earned a needed rest
to reap the fruits of loves labors.
Just you and mother hen,
and a chick who will return
now and again. The walls that bind
confine in the vibrant hues
you choose. Peaches and cream,
lemon yellow and mellow shades
of beige and blue. When through,
there will be little left to do.
The street is rambunctious
with silence. Across the way
the creatures in the field play
and skitter; quite lively critters.
And the birds clutching their branch
sing a sweet sparrow sonata.
Just two facing the world.
They’ve surrendered their nest,
the best is yet to come.
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015