they seem like home these nests where wrens
and robins pause rest long enough to raise
a brood and then flit off live briefly
perhaps another season or three at best
always they accompany us but individuals are
lost so quickly we scarcely get to know them
it has an out of balance feel a ferris wheel
spinning too fast to be further amusing
the countless lives that drop silently away
a receding scene of fireside music played
is it not better to live than be memorialized?
we must see and love them all immediately
©John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art 7/12/17
John Greenleaf-Maple Poetry & Ruminations 
Lovely writing and art. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words. ✌️
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It’s a pleasure. Your art is very special. 🙂
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Thank you. I’ve not generally thought of myself as a visual artist until recently when others have encouraged me to share more of it. It’s a very therapeutic activity for me.
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