Dove Play




From tree to tree
and branch to branch
flighting
fleeing
flitting
Gray flappings
burst through
forest green
foliage
feeling...
the coolness of evening.

The moon hangs
fuzzed
by clouds
framed by leaves
and grieves
in its moment
floating
fearlessly
seeing
saying
play
beneath me.

Darkness falls
fast approaching
failing light
fleeting
moment
of the dove.






Poetry by kyew
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 04:51

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Zoya Zaidi
Beautiful imagery!
Very lyrically expressive!
Welcome to the bay, dear Kyew!
Love, Zoya
2007-03-02