Softly
the quiet morning wakes-
voices of mourning doves
linger.
Mists shimmer
across the still water –
the cove, the color of milk,
reflecting the quiet,
soft morning of late spring.
Mists rise
from the lush green undergrowth –
in the soft rush of wings,
the acclamation
of doves.
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the mourning dove has a gentle way of waking us up… such a gentle write
So beautifully written.
A beautiful morning poem…the color of milk and acclamation of doves, yes!
Oh I LOVE the acclamation of doves…and the milky-coloured cove. Perfection. Wonderful to watch the morning on the water – an inspiring start to any day.
This is just gorgeous. I love morning poems…acclamation of doves…..perfection