Mourning Dove

I wake in lonely light
as the morning is veiling
our sorrows in song.

She comes to my window
and there is less loneliness
in music and in company,
even of birds

Even of trees as their highest boughs
receive the song and lift it
higher, away

And I feel it too, the desire
to go
away

I feel it too, the softest
coo
not unlike
something
I’d sing

because sorrow
doesn’t burn
out

just because
the sun
is rising.

© Jacqueline Ann 2022