Wings,
set close to body,
perched
against cold wind
alone
on winter's branch...
a cardinal,
in resplendent hue
sings,
sorrow and gray
saddness,
to her love...
waiting,
silent in song,
love
is heard to answer,
trapped
beneath winter snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A fine poem of longing for loves release. 10 from one lone dove, unable or unwilling to take on another less perfect partner. Doves mate for life you know J? Thanks for sharing this sad winged lament.