Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Dove
A Springtime Dedication to Mary
By Don Iannone
.
Lady bird of grace
whose broad eliptical wings
gather hope
as they flutter helplessly
in love with the morning sunlight.
You saunter
for no particular reason
through the delicate wildflowers
spraying a blaze of color
at the forest's edge.
To that special point you float
and sit in loyal courtship
with the one you adore
and hold forever in your gentle heart.
Your near haunting coo lingers
like the morning mist
drifting afar
then igniting replies
from others perched high.
With the many you gather
from time to time
but always you sit
in that special place
with just one.

5 comments:

Kai C. said...

this is beautiful.

Dan said...

Nice one, Don!

gautami tripathy said...

Love the photo, love the poem.

iamnasra said...

How Lovingly the dove spreads her charm

You wrote with so much love (I could feel that)

Kathleen said...

wow... this is wonderful Don... as if the spirit of the Dove itself is speaking... thanks for this... :)

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