The Dove

A Springtime Dedication to Mary
By Don Iannone

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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.