Now that day has come
I reach for the image
numinous in its plain
simple gesture
straightforward humble Valentine
of the offered bird embraced
not captured
Another dawn blizzard
empties last crystals
draws heavy curtains tighter
Sudden the mourning dove
sings
patient between
notes as if
reading music
whole notes
minor keys
long pauses
Repeat
How I have needed to hear
the song dove again
feel the companion tree
climb up to, and embraced
would be by wind swayed
soothed
a boy away from the
brown house on the
high hill in the dark wood
I dare not open the curtain
for fear of losing the dove
Later see a few
crests of down
pressed in snow
pure
upon the escape
calligraphed
signatures
tiny feet
little gestures
left upon the
metal grate
names I cannot pronounce
but only sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem