Constant twittering fills the air
glorifying this summerlike day of Spring,
a soprano aria floats over the top
twining through the rays of warmth
as a slow, low coo- coo-coo weaves reality
through the counted days of bliss-
the mourning to their joy.
#VerseLove Day 14- Free Writing
So just went with the flow, flow, flow. I was relaxing in my backyard after work listening to the birds chirp away and soaking up some sun. This is a summer-like 80 degree day with pure sunshine. This is extraordinary for April in my part of New York. Then a Mourning Dove started cooing and the line " mourning to their joy" popped into my head. It made me think that even though the weather is joyous right now, it will not be in 2 days- much colder. We will all be mourning the loss of this.
Photo by Marvin Filmaker: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-close-up-shot-of-a-mourning-dove-15269075/
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