Like an empty nest that sits in a naked bough,
On a rainy morning, with cold wind blowing,
Are people with empty feelings, and their naked yearnings,
Abandoned and hollow, vapidly waiting.
But this too will pass, like all storms do,
Darkness is dissipating, the clouds are dispersing,
There’s light in the horizon, a new hope is springing
Life will be full again, renewal is coming.
(*photo of empty bird’s nest taken outside our window)
beautiful poem, nice interpretation of the theme.
glad you joined the wpc, doc! 🙂
Great interpretation, I enjoyed it!
Nice! Tomorrow is always another day.