The Golden Nest

by nicolecallihan

Breaks my heart every time I read it…

by Ruth Stone

When I am sad
I sing
remembering the red wing blackbirds clack
When I want no thing
except to turn time back
to what I had
before love made me sad

When I forget to weep
I hear the peeping tree toads
creeping up the bark
Love lies asleep
and dreams that everything
is in its golden nest
and I am caught there too
when I forget