Calling back and forth
until the sun comforts them –
mourning doves.
(Thanks to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.
Gentle thoughts for ODB host Jennifer.
The "comfort" prompt this week made me think
about the way in which sharing grief
can sometimes dull its edge.
And about how I have nevertheless
shied away from such sharings.
I wrote a bunch of haiku while on vacation;
please stop back soon for more!)
until the sun comforts them –
mourning doves.
(Thanks to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.
Gentle thoughts for ODB host Jennifer.
The "comfort" prompt this week made me think
about the way in which sharing grief
can sometimes dull its edge.
And about how I have nevertheless
shied away from such sharings.
I wrote a bunch of haiku while on vacation;
please stop back soon for more!)
4 comments:
This is beautiful. And good to remember we arent the only ones who miss those we lose.
Thanks for your question about my presentation, I've replied in my comments thread!
this is lovely!
Beautiful! Something about the serene throaty sound of the mourning dove's call has a deeply calming effect on me. No idea why. I'd like to think when I was a baby my mother put me out to air in my deliciously comfy pram under the apple blossom tree where the mourning doves were nesting. A total wishful fabrication!
I love this haiku! Without this connection, we have a tendency to feel alone - as if loss is only ours. Beautiful post.
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