The gleanings of the pruning
that the trees would be more fruitful
a sprig of apple limbs
fallen to the ground
A tiny nest, on the branch
smaller than my daughter’s fist
resting on the hay
Gathering the fallen nest
nestled in my hands
to share with the girls when I get home
I can’t wait to see her face
May 12, 2010
nest I found at Walk to Emmaus
training weekend
April 2009
Alfred, ME
which Shyanne took to school recently
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,930+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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