The white-winged dove
Coos in the midnight stillness
Like Morse code
In the language of trees
Sonnets slide gently off the branch
Sounding like a ringlet
Of cigarette smoke

Rebeca Thomas Poetry and Photography
The white-winged dove
Coos in the midnight stillness
Like Morse code
In the language of trees
Sonnets slide gently off the branch
Sounding like a ringlet
Of cigarette smoke
