Gnarled branches of trees, dry, cold, sharp
Frost tipped, barren
Fill them! Fill them! With deep green leaves
Thick green leaves, with deep veins
Branches and leaves, cradling nests
Containing large, healthy eggs
They turn to each other
Heads lowered, muttering
About the woman they think can’t conceive
Leave her alone! She is already full!
Can’t you see?
Her hands reach out, blossom tipped, warm
Tender, caring for her loved ones
A smile, that would melt your heart
If only you could conceive, her beauty
Written by Saqib Hussain
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