When Doves Cry

Ice formed in craggy spirals Upside down and billowed on the outstretched arms of a winter dead willow still awaiting Spring’s charm sunlight peered through the glistening frozen crystals as the ice-dripped nature’s tears falling upon the cold gripped ground near the site of memories from yesteryear loved one’s gathered in close circles on the wet crunchy chilled lawns while warm voices rang a murmuration of hymns in the dirge of grief to brave amid sorrow and loss notes fondly resonated in prayer praising the life in death that crossed in the crisp and wintry air departing to the grave imparting music to heaven’s gates two doves embellished in pure white soared while lamenting its lyric with rueful cooing to ethereal heights singing upon angel’s breath the loss, the love stirring the clouds overhead finding their way back home following the footsteps of the dead August 7, 2023