visits our deck
stays, trees in another
yard, tall loosened
thumb-white petals nail
drifts breezing blow,
wings down upon and
through our air
surrounds the dove waiting
there. Across our
globe another dove, singly
blew in tall
lands low our breeze's
petals, blossoms go,
re-secure your stays,
for now, hours-
born waters fall, rising
tears falling breezes
carry blossoms, many ones,
their scrim, sweetened
carriage, rungs in meters
stay us, a
single dove is visiting.
Posted by nancy at March 25, 2014 03:36 PM