Where the folded flower fell upon shadows of watery webs ebbing tide

A single dove settled upon a wispy branch bending it yielding to the weight of her yearning

she sat for a spell then cast her coo-coo-cooing across the creek in state of sunrise scintillating prismatic light in search of her lover

silence first fell upon shadow of bay laurel deep in scent and flowering

then, in yonder distance, an echoing wave through dappled light came her twin spirit’s call through the under canopy of trees older than God

recapitulation was imminent 

Soon grey skies turned gossamer as her wings took flight