Doves
among the roses
in the silent
autumn sun,
carry
gentle messags
to dusk
from day begun.
Late petals,
pink and falling
float lightly
to the ground,
still doves
they keep a calling...
with soft
and dreamlike sounds.
Sally Plumb
This is like a poem from childhood - warm, evocative, innocent. You've suddenly made me young again, Sally! ! :) N
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Lovely write.It makes me remember writing poetry in the hills of West Virginia when I was young. The gentle sound of the doves was a part of the enchantment. You paint well with words. Warm wishes, Sandra