OK…I did it. Here’s the poem I pulled from the photo I posted yesterday. With your permission, I’ll post the photo again.
And maybe, just maybe, this post will grab me two more followers. I need two to reach 750!! All are welcome.
The mourning dove insulates
her nest with the shadows fairies cast,
a darkness that softens earth
and, when carefully secured
between the twigs and stems
the bird weaves into a small bowl,
layers as thin as whispers,
the nest will well cradle her eggs,
foster an ease, the creature’s soft song,
a music that soothes each moment it graces,
smoothing a minute into hours.