An etheree for Colleen’s weekly challenge. This woodpecker is part of our evening ritual, watching out for her/him to come back to the dead tree to roost, the hare to come up from the stream bank to browse, and the blackbird to roost in the lime tree outside the window.
In the hollow tree a bird, an old nest
with memories draws her back before
the sun sets. The comforting dark
echoes with cries of fledglings,
flown when summer still filled
the air feather-soft,
warm as a bird
mother’s breast.
She calls—
silence.