one lone mourning dove
flutters near his lifeless mate
snow deepens
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one lone mourning dove
flutters near his lifeless mate
snow deepens
Well Versed in the News 
Beautifully sad.
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This occurred in my backyard a couple of days ago. My next post will be sweetly happy. Life is both, yes?
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I don’t mind some sad posts–you did this one lovely justice, and yes, life is both.
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Thank you for calling to mind a memory I had forgotten I have — from our time in the mountains of Arkansas.
A lovely, sad, bittersweet testimony to love…as I experience your haiku. Well done, JJ.
Ron
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Thank you, Ron. It was a testimony to love. By the way, I have lived in Arkansas too. In fact, I was there a week ago visiting my parents. These particular mourning doves are in Colorado. Appreciate your comments very much.
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Wow! Another poet escapes from Arkansas! *g* ( Yellville — far north central Arkansas, between Mountain Home to the east and Harrison to the west.)
Just as the snow deepens in your haiku, my love for your haiku deepens every time I read it. Bravo!
Ron
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Thanks again for your kind comments! Ron — I spent a few years in Gentry in the 80s.
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Small world! We’ve been through Gentry several times when we were visiting a ham radio friend who lives in Fayetteville. Lovely country. 🙂
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