O, April
Jeanette Gallagher sends us poetry from Virginia Beach VA. She gave us the spare and elegant Questions for My Husband's Doctor in 2009. Today she gives us her contribution to the forthcoming vox poetica calendar series (cause you're practically begging for it by submitting these delicious month poems!). These sad birds would agree that April is the cruelest month.
O, April
By Jeanette Gallagher
Mourning doves arrive at April dawn
Singing their sweet sad song
The pair inspects my patio
Then build on prime property
Atop the corner fence post
Architecture for love and birth
April steals a day from March
Relentless rain and gale winds blow
From dusk 'til dawn
She sits bewildered staring at the nest
And white eggs split asunder
On red brick of the patio floor
Her mate sits on the fence
A few feet away—he watches and waits
For God knows what
At dusk she joins him—wings touching
Gentle as a spring rain
They fly into the pink sky
Posted by Annmarie at 4/3/2010 1:57 AM 
Categories: today's words
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Categories: today's words
Tags: mourning doves nest April broken eggs Jeanette Gallagher storm
Jeanette, I love this change of season poem. Especially the last verse. Because it is music to my ears.
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Thank you so much, Jeanette. Such a nice compliment and so glad you like the poem.
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Very nice, Jeanette. I can see it.
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Thank you so much for the lovely comment, Bobbie. I appreciate you 'seeing' the scene. Jeanette
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