The Nestlings

Photograph by Colleen Breuning © 2015

The Nestlings (A Quatern)

When Monday mornings come around,

The air is filled with precious sounds.

Pitter patter of tiny feet

Upon the deck, tasting sweet treats.

The scent of lilacs spins me round

When Monday mornings come around.

Endless summer in cloudless skies,

See the sparkle in clear brown eyes.

I long to touch you, soft and new,

Your tender feathers tinged with dew.

When Monday mornings come around,

The wonders of nature abound.

Soon silence screams above the din

As melancholy closes in.

My heartbeat echoes without sound

When Monday morning comes around.

Colleen Keller Breuning

August 4, 2015