the nest found lying in the grass it seemed at first nothing but a ball of grass and birch bark white somehow gathered collected rolled together but of course such things do they often happen without help and this not happenstance but a nest fallen woven with care with if it’s not bold to say love and hope a nest for eggs for lives to begin and grow and even such a one as this delicate and soft and now lost to all but me for what it still may hold I will not let it go
Beyond Breakers 