Alexander Averin

Sunday, 4 April 2010

Doves' resurrection

Doves’ resurrection

A pair of collared doves are nesting in the pine again;
one of the giants, a Scottish one of three,
planted ages past in someone’s sweet sad memory.
In only days gone past I have watched these birds
courting and cavorting at the river’s edge
but it is Nature’s mating dance and I can only peek.
I lay hidden now, a secret within my own nest,
peering outward through the tiny cottage window.
I see them later, landing on the branches,
creeping stealthily amongst the fronds of green,
seemingly safe and protected, (I hope all will be well).
They know not that I am there each morning
like a spy, watching, waiting for what might be new life signs.
And I wonder on this Easter Day
as I lie low - what looks in on me?
And I pray for resurrection for this world.

Cait O’Connor


mollygolver said...

A beautiful poem, Cait. Hope your day was special today too.

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

So lovely.
Wishing you a beautiful Easter, Cait.

Fran said...

I really like the idea of you being in your 'nest' looking out at the doves.

Pondside said...

Who, indeed, is looking in on us?
This was lovely!

CAMILLA said...

Really beautiful Cait, thank you for sharing with us.

Hope your day was just as beautiful dear Cait.


ds said...

Yes, who is looking in on us? But you are safe in your 'nest.'

Nan said...

So very beautiful, Cait. Thank you.

Cottage Garden said...

Beautiful Cait - you have a very special talent of bringing a scene to life. I adore your prose:-)