Wednesday, January 20, 2010


There were nine doves on the wire.
As I neared I counted again.
Yes, nine.

One dove sat apart from the rest, but just slightly.
Was he waiting?
Had he lost her?

It was not for me to know.

After passing I looked back hopefully,
counting one last time,
and then once more.



  1. It was the lord camden inn located in Camden Maine. if you go and I think everyone should, go check out the state park about a mile away (camden state park) and eat at Cappy's chowder house. The decorations alone are worth it.

  2. Lovely - there is something so melencholy about mourning doves. Enchanting poem.

  3. Hello, thank you for visiting my blog. I too enjoy reading - my mom was a librarian so I can't help myself. I just noticed you have an etsy shop so I will have to go and check that out as well. Beautiful poem - melancholy.

  4. Such delicate sorrow you've captured. Very moving...


  5. lovely.
    reminded me of this piece a composer made using birds on a wire as notes. I think you'll like it.

  6. Heather, Thank you for passing on the Camden, Maine information. Camden Hills State Park looks beautiful.

    Char, Thank you for reading and for sharing your thoughts.

    Erin, I agree. I certainly felt that melancholy the day I was observing them.

    Raina, I'm sure your mother has introduced you to some wonderful books. Thank you for stopping by and happy reading.

    Maria, What a kind observation. Thank you.

    Abigail, Thank you so much for reading and for pointing out the fabulous video.

  7. I read this when you first posted. I didn't want for it to be sad, but it is. Sad is beautiful...and that's all I have to say. :)

  8. Hi Tracy,

    I agree. Sad, at times, can be quite beautiful. Thank you for coming back, reading again, and sharing your thoughts.