Abandoned Nest in Winter

[Larry]

Hello to all, and fire away!
Thank you for reading my first poem here!

I saw her nest by frozen bay
Upon an oak which lay below
One canopy of winter gray
And countless coins of opal snow.

The coiled twigs were tightly twined
And crowned the branch in ginger rings
One powdered nest against the sky-
A remnant of departed spring.

Though winter sun had sent away
The bird that sewed her April nest
December, in its dead array-
Amplified what life was left.