Birdsong 

Photography by Stacey Raven

See the sun setting
And poets aren’t lamenting
It was a perfect palette, the day
What to dismiss as a petty kiss
Upon the cheek of ruddy time?
Perched within the tapestry

A lone Mourning Dove

Her tune too low to hear
But this love lets us feel
And extend our ten-thousand limbs
Further, into a space that lies
Empty no more.

©2017, Amaya Engleking

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3 comments

  1. Maria Gianna Iannucci · 24 Days Ago

    Lovely

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