By Rex Cupere
Within the pine,
a dove nests
o’er a spring snow rests
limb bows under the weight
cool, wet, miserable
mother to be waits
soon comes the hatching
renewal created by God.
Thanks for the opinions and I see were they are useful. The scene happened during the four inch snow here in Missouri and the mother dove looked so miserable but never left the nest. Two little gray hatchlings cover the nest now.
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Nature once again renewing herself.
It’s lovely! Only suggestion is ‘mother-to-be’
I like the snow and bows I almost wonder if you could work the word boughs in somewhere.
It still needs a fair bit of tuning.
It has no real magic yet.
And o’er… ?
C’mon, that’s archaic….
This is a simple yet beautiful poem. I can see how your wisdom shines from the beginning to the end. Thanks for giving this piece to us.
Good start! I want to know more.