new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Vassilis,if you just happened to be reading the entire Old Testament (as I'm presently doing), you might be tempted to see that dove alighting or needleleaf floor or the nest's hidden presence in the trees as delightful religious iconography.But I won't: I'll just leave it at that brief unexpected moment of pure joy recorded in verse.
Thanks, Conrad for making us see this poem in a whole new light.
Thank you, Tom. We used to have many more mourning doves than we do now busily making their nests but the crows and magpies make short shrift of the little eggs before they can hatch.