- Mourning Doves
A sound borne on a gentle breeze,
The light appearing slowly.
Charming boughs upon the trees,
My ears receive it lowly.
Oh mourning doves, you lovely birds
You coo your threnody
Without the need for stymied words
Within your melody.
Sing softly now your avian dirge
Cry woe upon the world.
In dawn’s new light, your dolor purge
With downy wings unfurled.
My solitude their presence breaks,
Their song is mine alone.
And from my heart all rue it takes,
Absolving skin and bone.
A soul once laden, a heavy mind
Released within a spate.
No need to keen for all mankind,
No need to contemplate.
These martyr birds acquit my heart,
Their murmur faint but charming.
And through their carol they impart
A peace that’s most disarming.
Creeping now, I aim to try
An interspecies greeting.
But song is spent and off they fly
Our kinship broad yet fleeting.
Farewell, my doves, until I meet
Again your tender sorrow.
I’ll keep your message soft and sweet
Until we greet the morrow.
© 2012, Rebecca Ash. All rights reserved.