Empty Nesting

The blackbird's yellow beak is rearranging
the contours of my back-lawn
scavenging for worms,gathering moss
preparing for Spring and a new cycle

I do not yearn for nest-making
but long instead to shed
to stand- still 

and let- fall.


I have gathered too many twigs
and spider-webs and caterpillar-silks
I have lined my nest
with too many feathers.

Let the cuckoo do what he does best
and usurp my leaf-woven-haven
And let me, thus emptied, soar
wing-span sky-spread.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2018