Poem October 25, 1975 Issue

FORWARD MOTION

Jane D. Morse

The maple tree has dropped its leaves
And barren branches hold a nest
Unseen in summer's canopy.
No doubt this cup of woven grass
Was home to robins and their brood,
Although I see no bird return
To look at this abandoned house.
Nostalgic ties, unknown to them,
Would bind me to a small domain.
Reluctant pilgrim though I am,
The good that I have known is now,
And will appear in fresher forms
As forward motion sets me free
To soar as birds not bound to trees.

Jane D. Morse

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