A spring romance
Stalled mid-flight
His glimpse as she danced
Turned dark mornings light
Natures allure suddenly tragic
His abrupt end of life
Left her devotion emphatic
Faithfully parting her sorrow contrite
Soon instinct will take her
To the tree top above
And from a safe distance
She'll mourn her sweet dove
The great oak felt
Its guest inconsolable tremble
And called for all calm
The wind to be gentle
Its breeze to be warm
Her summer trails friendless
Nestled in thickets and thorns
Her winter chills endless
Next spring her chicks will be born