The Pleasure of Doves


 

The Pleasure of Doves

I watched them through a white curtain,
a pair of preening doves in April gray. 
At first, she loped in worried circles
What to do– what to do– then
rapt in his 
black pearl eye
she settled in the iridescent down 
as he presented his feathers
like a peony. 


– Teresa Kiplinger



Photo by Plato-Terentev


Leave a comment


Please note, comments must be approved before they are published