To my Turtledove in residense.(1)

The Almond Tree of my garden.

Hiding gently behind my hanging baskets,curious ,well aware

On this very fresh,pure and lucid morning,I guess you unaware

Was scouting around the blue sky,well perched quite proudly upon

The branches of my rich “Almond Tree”,loaded with fruits anon.

Gentle Turtledove, you and I are blessed to be sharing,in our bosoms

With pride and joy,this holy instant perfumed by the almond blossoms,

That feeling of bonding made me suddenly aware that we could all

Enjoy these moments of closeness with each of those around us all.

You would agree gentle Turtledove,that warmth is a skill,alike love,

For sure,and should be spread around and shared around with love.

Capacities for magic powers of tolerance,acceptance,understanding,

Are there,imbedded cautiously within our soul and heart,hearing

The multitude of suffrance,despair,and injustice,upon then we could

Move mountains,all obstacles against all odds.Lending a hand would

Aliviate pains and incertitutes,stretching our magic powers we could.

Thank you my Turtledove

Geneviève

To my drenched Turtledove.
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Sorry to see you in such a state,through my bedroom window,

Drenched and rather confused by the sudden flush of rain,below.

Surprised by this painful view,tears came promptly down in a row.

There I stood,like so many in this world,witnessing,facing tragedies,

Becoming nummed by what I saw,speechless by the realities,

Of wars,aggressions,deaths,hunger,homelessness,and all lossess.

As I stood glaring at the outside world,I retreaved my reasoning,

Within a short while,our glorious sun,imposed his presence,loving

As usual his smart amazing surprises:now the rain:now the sun.

Us two,little Turtledove,have regained warmth,safety,and conforting

Conditions,thanks to our faithful sun.Sadly the wars are still acting

Destroying our fellow people's dreams before our own eyes,with fun.

Kindred spirit like yourself is difficult to find,Turtledove.

Geneviève.