the sun takes back the warmth it has given earlier,
     along with the glow as it sets.

before you get lost among its last rays,
     accompany my fading shadow, i request,
     until i become one with darkness
     with only good memories to see.

i found a flower early this spring,
     one, which in my thoughts,
     will wither…never. 

*Note:
This is an ode to a Mourning Dove nest which I accidentally discovered. Mama Dovina, Papa Perchcoo, Baby Coo and Baby Woo kept me company for two weeks. They weren’t very wary of my presence. In fact, Mama Dovina and Papa Perchcoo allowed me to handle both Baby Coo and Baby Woo. I was fully entertained during that time. It was something I looked forward to every day. I look forward to seeing them again.