Noveyre

Dusk Doves

It rains opalescent tears

From the clouds\' ridge high above

Golden heavens weeping here,

sky keening on the doves

 

And miles overhead, fly the storm cloud palaces

Cumulonimbus castles, cascading crisply

across their territories, like lightning flashed on glass

Leaving only thunder, and their pervasive mists 

 

Silence for the setting sun

Who garnished its goodbye

With golden rain up above

and gilded darkening skies

 

Dove feathers drenched at dusk

slick with watery stains

Gray birds who hide in the brush

and sing to each other by name

 

The doves, they are quiet singers

When the earth is washed and still 

Their evening notes do linger

when they bellow or they trill 

 

Silence for the demure doves,

who sing when only let;

a music sultry and so lovely

like folk songs at sunset.