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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
A beautiful poem, Cait. Hope your day was special today too.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely.
ReplyDeleteWishing you a beautiful Easter, Cait.
I really like the idea of you being in your 'nest' looking out at the doves.
ReplyDeleteWho, indeed, is looking in on us?
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely!
Really beautiful Cait, thank you for sharing with us.
ReplyDeleteHope your day was just as beautiful dear Cait.
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Yes, who is looking in on us? But you are safe in your 'nest.'
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful, Cait. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Cait - you have a very special talent of bringing a scene to life. I adore your prose:-)
ReplyDeleteJeanne
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