Pieces of Storm
Doves and Crickets
Why is it that when a storm is incoming, the doves become so much more active? I see them flutter and surge before they quiet down to wait out the wind and rain.
White Doves
White doves, white doves
against a storm-gray sky;
white doves on the wing
when the storm comes by;
White doves, I see you
lift your wings and fly
always, white doves,
when the storm comes nigh.
Why rise with the winds,
white doves–oh, why?
Are you one with their call,
white doves, though you try
to flutter, white doves,
to shelter that’s dry
and quiet, white doves,
till the storm winds die.
Fly with the winds,
white doves, rise high;
let us flee together,
white doves, I cry,
till the storm is gone,
white doves… and I.
Somehow crickets and haiku always seem a perfect combination!
The storm passed
the crickets singing
made silence
I have noticed that as well, not with doves but with the chickadees, flycatchers, wrens and nuthatches. They get a lot chattier with a lot of movement. Maybe it’s the drop in air pressure? Nice poem too.
This poem offers good information. I never knew that about doves. This proves that just about anything can be taken as a poem. The thing is to try to do it well. This poem shows it in some ways.