working in the yard
i hear the call of the mourning doves
i know it well
i also know love and
its power to inspire
this past week
when sister moon
was high in the mid-afternoon sky
when brother sun
nearing the equinox
appeared brightly above the trees
i took a walk
soon i was near the woods where
the daffodils have broken through the soil
the hope of spring is near
the mourning doves call again
and my thoughts turn to peace and love
my mind is focused on the hope that is
intertwined with the tomorrows
that will come with the spring