Life With Horace

poetry & essays

Insistent messenger

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A mourning dove is in the apple tree
looking through the window straight at me
its message clearly meant to prod
the sun is shrinking as the cold returns
woods maple tops spike leafless now
bronzing oaks and candle beech stand guard
water lilies sunk into the pond again
the scooped out waning moon brings frost
the bears have gone asleep denned up the hill
not quite past time to offer seeds but hurry
or the jays will bring their beaks


Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

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