Mourning Doves
Listen children, the
mourning dove is cooing how love fears
That day has nearly lost
the sun’s light behind the old trees
And, Mother is still
out in the garden gathering yellow roses
As the hydrangeas
have lost their blooms and winter nears.
She still looks for
Father in the dimming twilight of the leas.
Listen, the white
wolf calls out for the moon’s light
To show us the path
back home before the griping cold
Sets a chill upon those
old hands and stills the tender heart.
Hurry children – find
Mother and bring her home before it is told
That the two lovers
are together at last - for the long night.
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