‘Mourning Doves’: A Poem by Paulette Calasibetta

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Mourning Doves

Hear the soft coo—a coo that faithful love imparts;
Mourning doves, they share as one, two beating hearts.

On summer’s eaves of pine, they build their lofty nests;
Tender eggs are tucked beneath warm nurturing breasts.

Oval-shaped, snowy white, hatched alive,
Fledglings find their downy wings—learn to survive.

Speckled gray and black, they gracefully take flight.
Unfurled tails fan out, reveal a fringe of white.

Halcyon days of summer, coming to an end;
Heading for the border, they quietly ascend.

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Paulette Calasibetta is a retired interior designer. Her poetry has appeared on line and in print in numerous journals and anthologies.