in the moon clad morning
it's cold and the dew
readies its departure from
the leaves it clings to.

i'm cold and like the dew
i too ready myself
to leave and be on my way

away from this nest
that broke me as a fledgling &
clipped my wings so i can never
go too far hard as i may try.

& I may try
but still too I'm here
looking for pieces
of my wings
that fail me every flight.