Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Nesting Dove

Graceful, winged bearer of her young--
flying back and forth,
weaving, stringing together
the fragile, sacred shelter
for parent and offspring.
With unexplained intelligence
she searches the ground
for the perfect tendril--
formed, soft, pliable.
Cautious, watchful, flying upward
through leaf and branch;
anxious, hurried,
awaiting the arrival of the future.

(Copyright 2008 By-Barbara J. Kirby Davis)

3 comments:

Mary said...

Hello Barbara:)Thanks for stopping by. I have also read Gift From The Sea,but it has been awhile.I could use some extra time for myself, all the project I want to do:)
I love Audrey Hepburn,my favorite
are Sabrina,Funny Face,Love In the Afternoon,Breakfast At Tiffany's...
Hope you have a great day. Mary :)

marilyn said...

What a beautiful picture in words!

Patty H. said...

Beautiful poem! We have several doves, well sometimes as many as ten, that come to our bird feeder. I love to listen to them.