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Winter-Sweet

Winter-Sweet

A Poem by Robert Ray
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A poem inspired by parents, especially single mothers, who experience an "empty nest," and sometimes struggle with finding a new purpose, identity, or direction.

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Whistle, my buffy brown bird, something winter-sweet,

Maybe “whit-chew whit-chew” or “cheer cheer cheer?”

From behind your black mask, your superior tweet.

“Purty purty purty,” I want to hear all seasons, all year.

 

Where’s your brilliant scarlet red boy with the great raised crest,

Sire, provider, and protector of your clutch, now departed?

Does he chase away the invaders, forage, or take another’s nest?

And, your beloved scarlet nestling; did he leave you brokenhearted?

 

I see your black mask, tucked low in the twisted twig bowl,

Your small round wings, low and tight, no hatchlings to safeguard.

I wonder, does your music come from nature or your soul?

Do the memories heal your heart or leave you forever scarred?

 

Please, fly out my humble feathered mother, perch high in your dogwood.

Whistle your sweet music; give us a grand show, something that inspires;

A return to spring, when you danced in your nest, tending your brood;

Beneath, our first rose of the season, crimson, rising from the thorny briars.

 

I need you, my sweet cardinal, to paint my winter garden, brighten my days.

Fly if you must; find your spirit and your voice, your special song-ending purr.

Spring brings a new nest, fresh music, and if not a new brood, wild bouquets,

Crimson and lavender rose sprays, lying beneath you---and a desired whisper,

“The winter sun always yields to a spring dawn!” and so, to God I still pray.  


© 2017 Robert Ray



Author's Note

Robert Ray
I used the cardinal as a metaphor because they often stay with the same mate for more than a season, they don't migrate, and they're often seen in the winter months. As always, I sincerely appreciate your thoughts and feedback.

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very spiritual the power of the birds you portray and your desire for the cardinal to brighten up your gray drab and much more day yet u set them free to fly with their flowing spirit great well done super thoughtful written with a professional skill

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Robert Ray

4 Days Ago

Thank you, Marilyn. I appreciate you taking time to read and share your thoughts.



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I suppose any empty nest is bad enough.
But you're right. As a single mum who has made it her life to bring up kids. The void of leaving must be massive. Single mothers don't get enough respect out there for the job they do.

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Robert Ray

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Thank you, Paul, for reading and sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated!
very spiritual the power of the birds you portray and your desire for the cardinal to brighten up your gray drab and much more day yet u set them free to fly with their flowing spirit great well done super thoughtful written with a professional skill

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Ray

4 Days Ago

Thank you, Marilyn. I appreciate you taking time to read and share your thoughts.

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Added on December 7, 2017
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Tags: empty nest, single moms, love, despair, hope, parents, spring, birds, winter, children, family, cardinal

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Robert Ray
Robert Ray

Madison, IN



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