The Summer of the Mourning Doves

Through the summer’s watch
I heard the cooing of the doves,
watched them build their nest
and waited when they’d rest.

One would coo and then the other
then the ritual of the gifted twig,
the constant care and change of shifts
behind the screen of leaves.

Attentive from my chair
through the summer watched,
The partnership
of mourning doves.

 

About Mary Herbert

I am a gentle listener, a woman of few words. My journey through life has been a spiritual one, as well as a physical one. My daughter, Katie, and I thought it would be interesting to combine some of our giftings/talents in a blog and see what happens. Let us know what you think!

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