My Darling Dove (Poetry)

She’s here again — my darling dove
                my feathered joy
                        my singing love
the dusk arrives borne on her wings
such mysteries her presence brings

So bright and bold her jetted eye
                and softly wound
                        her lullaby
while two pink feet grasp tight my arm
so light her weight and sweet her charm

Each evening now she parts the air
                her passage swift
                        beyond compare
this spirit-bird who comes to me
with gifts wrapped rich with poetry