The Whiteness of Doves, Part I

A black bird with snow covered red hills~Georgia O'Keefe

The Whiteness of Doves

Part I

A Sonnet of sorts

Slippery on the branch, one white dove sleeps

near seven fog grey sisters' nodding beaks

while blackbirds gurgle, bubbling at her feet,

formation fly, knitting in stormcloud sweeps

a ruffled skirt that covers and uncovers

the chilblained ankles of winter's frozen lovers.

One white dove is fluttering like my heart.

 

By bending to the snow she stands apart.
She watches from her bright carnelian eyes

until the blackbirds call her and she flies.

The others never miss her white on white;

they only fuse and flap a scarf of fright

as Shadow passes endlessly above,

famished as the memory of love.

~April 2013

Part II will post tomorrow, in the spirit of a poem a day for April, as long as I can stand it.

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