I heard
soft cooing
not long
after dawn.
Spring calls
to a sun burst.
Cracked ice
melts,
freezes
at night.
Even
white moon
opens
her sky door
to listen.
Earth’s
wilderness
symphony
is a gift.
Pink
and gray doves
chant
mourning
songs
to luminous
light.
Sweet piece! Doves are one of my favs! 🙂
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Me too! And I also have Lily b who is a free flying African collared dove that I’ve had for 30 years….
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Nice poem, i really like Dove!
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I love these birds and each morning now I awaken to their soft cooing…
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