Dawn comes now to the mourning dove and me
A few hours of quiet a few minutes from D.C.
Sun through trees, obscured but glowing.
I find something,
Soon to be lost.
I lose myself in it,
As it goes by.
Dawn comes now to the mourning dove and me
A few hours of quiet a few minutes from D.C.
Sun through trees, obscured but glowing.
I find something,
Soon to be lost.
I lose myself in it,
As it goes by.
a wonderful moment in time
The use of “mourning” is so evocative and expressive.