Her empty nest, still perched
on that bough of love
with hopes of spring
when maybe the winds of winter
will bring back her brood.
The warmth of Summer
blooms reveries of laughter and song
when first they took flight
in the contenment of childhood skies
as they swirled and twirled
beneath her protecting wings...
But her sharpened eyes
catch view of the future
when, like her she made a nest
to incubate her family,
then so will they...
Then time will fly
seasons pass by and before
she realises it,
her wings are clipped
and she has to
feathered her own nest
for winter.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
Time does fly, and like love, it always comes back around to us, with welcoming arms and an open heart. 
Best of luck in the contest!! 
lovely piece..best wishes 
