Mourning Dove of Peace and Love

When morning breaks in shades of gold and lavender...

My Heart is blossoming in shades of  Rose and gold as 

the day brings forth the Song of Mourning Doves... 

The green leaves are moving in the breeze 

where Spring begins to sprout Buds... 

The low melancholy Song of the Dove 

is a message of peace, faith and love.   

The flowering Plum trees are a Respite 

for the Bees and Warblers to Sip  

their sweet Nectar...    

Spring is in Bloom.   

 

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Mourning Dove of peace and Love'
Patricia Wedel,
I see the mourning dove every so often. With their lovely peach breast and whistling flight they are unique. Their is a pair that are lovely. They wait together as they each carefully pick up a little seed. But are so cautious and often fly away after a very short time. Beautifully rendered poem of spring which you wrote too. I found myself identifying with the sentiments so pretty.
Bless you.
Kathy

[Patricia Wedel]

We have a lot of Mourning Doves on the Ledge of a large Old Deck outside our Kitchen Window. They seem to appreciate the Seed and are very Peaceful. Thank you Kathy for celebrating Spring. tenderly, Pat

[Weeping willow]

Such a lovely write as your words paint pictures of spring across my mind. ;-]

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Willow.. I appreciate your Review. Painting pictures in Words is a tapestry of Spring in Colors of Sacred Reverence. Be blessed at Easter and always, Pat

[Carola]

i enjoyed your lovely description of spring Patricia.
cheerio carola

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Carola… Be blessed at Easter and always. tenderly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

The morning song of the dives
and spring is in bloom once
again ..a lovely presented poem
Beautifully Penned as always..
nice work

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Fran for sharing your thoughts… it seems we need a Renaissance of Spring.. with flowered Bonnets and sweet Sonnets. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

a soft and peaceful ode to spring Pat.... I love my mourning doves who come to sit on our deck; their coos could put me to sleep. The green and the buds and the flowering plums trees the nectar of the bees, all hasten in one of my favorite seasons. Love this!
Best. B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty... after a Winter of Unrest and Uncertainty, it is reassuring to see trees with blossoms. Mother Nature has not forsaken us. Thanks for sharing your love of Spring. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome😊💕

[Sami Khalil]

"The low melancholy Song of the Dove
is a message of peace, faith and love.
The flowering Plum trees are a Respite
for the Bees and Warblers to Sip
their sweet Nectar..."

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... I should have dedicated this poem to you... it seems you find the Mourning Doves to be praying for World Peace, faith and love, and above all Charity. Thanks for joining our Prayer Circle. tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Too generous of you. Thank you thought. You are welcome Pat!

[Patricia]

Very beautiful Pat, we haven’t got that far yet here in Illinois but it should be better starting tomorrow with warmer weather

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Patricia... we are juxtaposed in a fair weather location most of the Year; however, on Thursday we had an unexpected Snow that was light but steady for about two hours. Today on Sunday I brushed off the Snow on the long Railing on our old deck outside the large Kitchen window and observed the Birds enjoy their Banquet of Seed. The flowering trees seemed to enjoy the "snow bath". By the way, your Avatar is charming and stirs our longing for Summer. gently, Pat

[Patricia]

Yes the weather here is very confusing like eating something sweet and salty and thanks about the avatar, I was sick of seeing me ;)

[M. J. Smith]

A Spring morning. Miss those. Sometimes, I wonder if such days are nothing but a dream.
Beautiful visions well described.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear M.J. It does seem like a Dream when Spring appears a bit early this year. Birds may be gathering twigs and other items for their Nests... as they seem to scurry through the air on gossamer wings. Thanks for stopping by. gently, Pat

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Beautiful! Your imagery left a lasting vision that leaves me yearning for Spring!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kathy... lovely to read your Review. We have so many buds now on tree branches... as Nature is waking up to celebrate St. Patricks Day on March 17.
The Meadows will be full of "four leaf clovers with Leprechauns chasing Rainbows and looking for a Rainbow. Thanks for your Review. gently, Pat

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure!

[Chris Shaw]

We are on the cusp of spring, a most beautiful season and yet we find ourselves like the doves mourning. Mourning for those who live in terror, for those displaced and for the dead and wounded. Warmongers amongst us. Tyrants who only want more power. Sad days ahead Pat. You say it so poetically.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... to see our World changed by not only Covid; but by reckless Pirates is taking a million steps backwards. I believe there are Stormy Seas where Countries will find a Way... to Save Humanity. Albeit, we have lost many. Lovely to hear from you across the Waves. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Take care dear Pat. Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Looking for new work from you dear Pat. Hope all is well with you both. Sending love across the waves on a bright but very cold morning.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... you have a gift of making others feel creative... somehow...
Roger has had medical procedures, but is doing well and of course with Spring bursting out, everyone seems more hopeful. I just bought a large bunch of "p***y willows" at Wegmans that were flown in from somewhere. I put them in a large Vase with multi-colored Hydrangea. It gives me a sense of Beauty and hope for the Future. Thanks for your encouraging words across the Pond. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Your floral arrangement sounds lovely. Also good to hear that Roger's medical procedures have gone well. Spring is here, but winter lingers :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes... it is chilly most every day and windy... the wind blew our large Outdoor Umbrella for our black wrought iron chairs and table... around the back yard and the wind totally blew over a tall Crepe Myrtle young tree (like a teenager with long legs) ... to the ground. Strange Weather... I believe Nature is "mourning" and Angry about the "turmoil" in the World. Praying for Peace on Earth and New Birth of Nations Rich in Minerals to share. Amen... Pat