deep-nestled

Updated: May 16, 2025

Then the rest-hour comes, bringing the luxurious ache of tired but not weary limbs; and I lie outstretched and renew my strength, sometimes with my face deep-nestled in the cool green grass, sometimes on my back looking up into the blue sky which no wise man would wish to fathom. The birds have no fear of me; am I not also of the brown brethren in my sober fustian livery?

Michael Fairless - The Roadmender