Sunday, January 17, 2010

Night Doves

I have a sister.

She is

filled with spring,

tingling with life,

singing with the

night doves.

She is

soft and gentle

and ripe with


She is not

beyond her years,

but wears them

like tears,

flowing freely

to leave their

trace down her face,

turned toward


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love you my brother