The Gift


birdie with fruit“The Gift”

My snowy visitors have brought to me
a bright and beautiful December day
I offer them my Chinaberry tree;
they perch but briefly will be on their way.

They pause and groom each other for awhile;
soft talk is sharing, cooing , cheek to cheek.
They stare at me and, sure I see a smile
upon the face of one who wants to speak:

“Coo-coo, it is the human heart we seek.
His sacrificial love was made by choice.
That splendid gift God gave us makes us meek;
As we are poets, we will be your voice.

On wings of care,  Nativity, it rings.
His birth’s a gift  forever echoing.”

These doves were perched outside my 3rd floor balcony in Florida; Dec 11, 2012. They stayed; grooming themselves for a good hour before they flew away and did not seem to mind my photographing them from only fifteen feet away.

3 Comments on “The Gift”

  1. Poetic Bloomings
    December 18, 2012 at 2:41 am #

    Mourning doves, I believe! Fabulous photo and verse!! 🙂

    Marie Elena

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    • jacquelinecaseypoetry2012
      December 18, 2012 at 3:08 am #

      Mourning Doves? really. I thought they were just simple pigeons… No matter. Was lucky to get
      the picture! Photo was the impetus for the poem. Thanks. Jackie

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      • Poetic Bloomings
        December 18, 2012 at 3:38 am #

        I could be wrong, but they look like Mourning Doves to me. 😉

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