our mourning doves flew with love on the wing
far out of sight where only hearts ever see
the newborn sun illumine eyes magnificent
still I listened even after winds fell silent
your crescent moon dancing the dawn of a dream
mine a song of winter borne out of spring
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Beautiful George
Thanks, Boomie! Glad you liked it!
very warm and tender poem! well done
Thanks! Happy to share it and pleased that it could warm a winter night!
This is so beautiful, George!….a dark piece of chocolate for you! 🙂
Thanks, Deb! One dark chocolate coming up! 🙂
Such beauty in your words, George! Have a great day! 🙂
Thanks, Lauren! Hope you’re having a great day, too! 🙂
beautiful , George!
*your crescent moon dancing the dawn of a dream
mine a song of winter borne out of spring*
I love these lines!
groetjes, Francina
Thanks, Francina!
The metric and rhyme both lead to the center but that vortex is only the key to unlocking these last lines (along with the visual crescent). The interplay between them dances again and again for me.
Delighted that you liked it!
Cheers, George
Gorgeous poem! Simply engaging. You may want to check out a poem on Moon as guest writer has beautifully penned…called “They say” – it’s on my blog!
Love as always to you. Cheers.
Thanks, Shaheen! I’ll definitely check out the guest post, sounds rather interesting. Hope all is well! Cheers!
Beautiful poetry, beautiful soul… On a more mundane note, I’m glad to see you know what mourning doves are, and how to spell their beautiful name. I love them here in Florida and yes, one does hear them in the morning.
Thanks! Florida is one of my favorite places. I’m partial, of course, since I was born there!