Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, May 02, 2019

The Mourning Dove

I wake up in the morning to the cooing sound
and the rain drops falling gingerly to the ground,
the mourning dove is nested in the backyard tree
quietly sitting on her eggs to hatch the three.

There is something pure and wonderful in spring
as mother nature can sooth and set the soul free,
the weather a delight with blend of sun and rain
as I go about sharing with you a moment of my day.

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