A lone dove
Called for a mate
On this still very cold
April morning
Spring will come regardless
The hush of winter
Replaced by songs of longing
And love
Nature will stand again
In diaphanous gowns of Irish green
Deer will walk daintily
Over the brown of last year's leaves
Time will roll another inch in his bed
And the sun will weave its gold
On barren branches
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Nature
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Teddy.15, Poetic Dan
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Comments4
Beautiful words that unfold the seasons and life that it holds. The sheer beauty of this work deserves a fave
Awwww - thank you.
You are most welcome
Wow such glorious imagery woven in this is beautiful. 🌹
Love that you like it Teddy........ ty
A new song to hear and your words to absorb! I definitely need to come back here more.
Thank you for the reminder and hope your as well as can be my friend.
Keep up the write
Such a nice comment - thank you Dan.............
Hello, Lorna,
Your poetry is always beautiful, tender and free of frills and gloss, as is this one, natural in its beauty and true in its poetry expressed with an underlining joy of all things natural and the purity therein. Excellent!
Kind regards,
Tony.
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