Hope June 1, 2016 by leximagines a new rhythm calls feet pound a primal beat hands clap half-time pulse early morning drizzle nuzzles with quickened doves alight on branches high hope stirs fresh my own syncopation a squire for my migration Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
earlier this month
our family heard strange
but familiar sounds
~
doves mating
near
our forest
Lovely. Really beautiful.