Snow Delay      by Helen Harvey

Lazy morning, chores on hold,
I'd rather lounge and hide from the cold.
The pup appears with slipper in tow,
He stares with a look that says "Git up, let's go!"
My gaze is drawn to a sight of white.
A blanket of snow blew in through the night.

Cold brisk air, heavy wet snow,
A building of red, coated in white.

Inside the barn I'm filled with delight,
Cooing and wooing-- the sounds of warm life.
I count every bill and offer some seed,
Then open the bobs-- "Go on, you're free!"
They hesitate first and think about flight,
My precious young birds of blue, tan, and white.

Cold brisk air, heavy wet snow.
A building of red, coated in white.

They jump from the loft but not to the air.
A hop to the roof, where they sit and they stare.
They're all holding tight, white on white,
Looking in wonder, amazed or in fright?
I watch and I wait, expecting their flight-
A joyous, wonderful, breathtaking sight.

They sit, they wait not ready for flight,
On a building of red, coated with white.

The wind chills my face, the snow, my toes,
My boots- they crunch and squeak on the snow.
My eyes track the dog, a slave to his snout,
Inspecting the smells- birds all about!
He races and runs, responds to my words.
His path is ablaze with the flight of small birds.

And still they sit, not ready for flight.
Amazed by the sight of a world in white.

My chores complete, the cold hits my feet,
Back through the snow to a warm retreat.
Where I ponder the sights, the sounds, the feel,
of the first snow of winter's magic appeal.
The dog curls up, the cat's in a dream,
I grab pen and paper to capture the scene.

They tremble, they stir, they pick at the snow.
Amazed by the sight of a world in white.

Then they burst off the roof in a flurry of white.
They swoop down the hill-- a show of delight.
Downwind they travel so fast and so free.
Upwind they circle, returning to me.
White wings flashing, they circle as one.
I'm thinking the obvious-- flying is fun!

A sky of white. A flock of white.
Amazed by the sight of a world in white.

An eagle appears, white tail and white head,
The flock buzzes past her, showing no dread.
Slowly and stately, she banks, heads away,
My flock cuts a corner, and speeds back my way.
They're fast, agile fliers, light on the wing.
The wind through their feathers, makes them all sing.

A flock of white, circling flight.
Behold the sight-- amazing delight.
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Angel Wings by Jean Penner

I've heard the sound of angel wings,
Listen; they're fluttering near!
As the gentle voice of a Father called,
'Behold, my child, I'm here.'

His grace flew near in good times,
Bringing laughter and cheer,
Like the wings of a dove,
He sent His love,
Fluttering through the years.

His grace flew near a marriage,
Bringing the songs of joy,
With the wings of a dove,
He built a love,
Which time cannot destroy.

His grace flew near a family,
Given them children dear,
On the wings of a dove,
He watched with love,
Keeping them safe each year.

His grace flew near the aging,
Caring as though his own,
To the wings of a dove,
He guided with love,
An angel to a heavenly home.

His grace flew near in darkness,
When a fortress was needed to hide,
In the wings of a dove,
He kept His loves,
Safely by his side.

I've heard the sound of angel wings,
Listen; they're fluttering near!
For The gentle voice of the Father calls,
'Behold, my child is here! '

Dance Me To The End Of Love
by Leonard Cohen

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Born Again       by Cassandra Mitchum

Born again Lord, you say,
How can I be born again?
Am I a baby in my mother's womb.
How can I live again?
Come into my world, humble like a child.
Let me cleanse you, let the Spirit come down upon you as a loving dove.
Let your world be a new world.
Let His light shine upon you from above.
Let the Spirit of Christ burn within you.
Your soul crying, your heart being renewed.
Born again my child, Born Again, Born Again.

Angels       by Virginia M. King

Angels of mercy, Angels of love
God's Holy Messengers from above
Guard and protect me throughout the night
And lead me into His heavenly light.
Angels before me guiding my way
angels behind, that I, don't go astray
Angels beneath me lifting me up
Angels above, overflowing my cup.
Angels beside me holding my hands
Thank you dear God for your heavenly bands
You, with your gossamer wings, like a dove
Carry my prayer to heaven above.

A White Rose       by John Boyle O'Reilly

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips

All Species     ©DovesAbove.com

Some we hold quite near and dear, others we keep away.
Some inspire a Passionate love, others reveal our fear.
All are tied to the Earth and sun, and circle ‘round with us.
Lets sing and dance and Celebrate, the wondrous web of life,
That lives, and loves, and carries on, If given half a chance.
They flit and fly, divide and grow, we cherish Everyone.
Now life will rise, to our delight, and circle in the Sky,
and carry HOME our hopes and dreams-- JOY for EARTH and LIFE.

Some of these poems were found at PoemHunter.com

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