In the pale light of the midwinter sun
mourning doves fly.
Black flock resting -a weighty covey
bending down the weak branches of a young pine.
Their long journey has only just began.
In the heart of one, a flicker of hope suddenly shine.
He leaves the flock without a farewell.
Lonesome pigeon on icy beach
gazes at the vast sea.
And as if hearing a prophesy-
senses the season's cycles, life's eternity
and despite a broken wing
and his heart by loneliness torn;
encouraged by the forthcoming spring
a peace dove is born.
