Swing your smile
On my heart
Like children play
Dare the dream
Laugh it true
Long dance the day
Be my joy
Anchor me
My lady, stay
Make your nest
Hide me there
Your stowaway
Warm my bones
Feed my soul
Color my grey
Hold my hope
Love me first
My lady, say
You will.
—October 28, 1991
WINDSTREWN 
I hope your grey is coloured and your nest is cosy 🙂
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Nests, end of day, are often vulnerable to seasons, high winds and other swipes of life. Perhaps the most important thing is that we never give up on rebuilding the nest after–or even as–it is, for whatever reasons above us, taken from beneath us. Too, we’d do well to more often remember our wings!
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Yes, indeed, we have wings to soar !
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