Mourning Doves

Sometimes you see them
perched on the top tip twig
of the tallest spruce,
like the angel on a Christmas tree.

Feathers fluffed to fill with morning sun,
green waves growing, unmowed below;
sailing a sturdy tall-mast ship
to voyage across Day’s start.

© Caroline Harper

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