The Mourning Dove... Poem by Reva Kern

The Mourning Dove...



The sun has
Yet to rise
As I sit
Meditating in solitude
And through the
Open window as
The soft breeze
Ruffles the curtains,
The cooing of
The mourning dove
Punctuates the stillness
With its call.

Thursday, April 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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