spring meditation
mourning doves
and morning glories
from the bottom up
feeding, reseeding
fight for flight
the bird twice shy,
ground-swallowing
the flower,
determined to climb
and I?
the moody
brooding woo --
--oo-oo-oo'ing
fades as
wings whistle,
revitalized
by the tincture,
one brave flower
with mood renewed
finds eye.
Wonderful enjoyed thank you for sharing.
~Gwendolyn
Regis
Well done Anne.
hugs
Fee
Your words are read as if I were there, watching!
Truly, a poem for Spring and life in the happening!
I DO like this one. - Bill