Feb 2016
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mourning dove coos echo
across dawn’s dappled silence--
only these quiet pauses of breath
hush the dew droplets passive trickle
poignant traces of a solacing gravity
seep down through fogged portals,
cascading earthward from above
a symphony of pining pleas
from dew impearled wild feathers
a simple prayer of hope--
to be held
in breathless warmth,
in the amity .
of compassionate comfort,
nestled intimately
beneath another’s assuaging wing
© *wild is the wind
mourning dove coos echo
across dawn’s dappled silence--
only these quiet pauses of breath
hush the dew droplets passive trickle
poignant traces of a solacing gravity
seep down through fogged portals,
cascading earthward from above
a symphony of pining pleas
from dew impearled wild feathers
a simple prayer of hope--
to be held
in breathless warmth,
in the amity .
of compassionate comfort,
nestled intimately
beneath another’s assuaging wing
© *wild is the wind
(I really have no name)
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