The dove was aloft
Doused by the cold frozen rain
The first month with sleet
Diverted from its mission
It seeks sustenance below
Soaring over homes
Searching for scarce seeds and grain
Late winter garden
A magnificent bounty
It fills its empty stomach
A feeling of warmth
Two figures sit together
Blanket by the fire
Sheltered from the pelting sleet
Awaiting message of peace
Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 8

I cannot recognize north American doves, so you’ll have to help me here
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It’s a mourning dove. I believe it’s named for its beautiful cooing, which is considered a sound of mourning. I used to thing it was called a “morning” dove – I always love waking up to that sound. The photo was taken in North Carolina.
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Lovely use of the lines.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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I like the feeling you’ve created with Colleen’s lines. I think we are all awaiting that messenger. (K)
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Thank you! 😊
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We could all use more peace. Beautiful job!
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We sure could. Thank you! 😊
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A beautiful theme of peace I hope he, she it arrives soon 💜💜💜
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Thank you! Me too…
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Jennifer, this is an outstanding series. I love how you wove your message of peace through each tanka poem! Excellent!!
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Thank you, Colleen! 😊
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Incredibly beautiful, Jennifer. ❤️
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Thank you!😊
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Really enjoyed this series and am always a fan of doves. Thank goodness the dove found sustenance and shelter in the storm.
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Thank you!😊
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Beautiful, and a much-needed plea for peace. I love how you tied all the imagery together.
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Thank you! 😊
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