Turtle Dove

The most beautiful morning stretches before my eyes beneath a parapet of pink gloaming, one promised breath All Remains of yesterday swallowed by a burst of fresh air both window and I are privy to a turtle dove cooing on my ledge "This is not my habitat" she seems to coo sweetly I answer her in honesty " it isn't mine either" sweet thing The coffee smells good and my dippy egg is semi-soft I sense a new beginning and I am not afraid; Tomorrow's hopes are perched safely on my shoulder and somehow, I am not afraid of growing older Heaven is not a pipe dream mirage from where I stand God is having a giggle, at the turtle dove and I. Written by: Mystic Rose