Tag Archives: Doves


Caught in a waterspout; plucked from our boat
Going up in a spiral, afraid with little hope
Dropped us in the clouds, falling back to the water
Won’t consider jumping, it looks like an adventure

Stepping up to the highest cloud above
We were surprised to see a pair of doves
Only a step away to reach the tallest mountains
We made cloud sculptures then sold at a bargain

©2012 Michael Yost 09/09


Soothing winds creating the dins
That flow through the poplar leaves

Soaking up sun and having fun
With the worshiping by the trees

You hear the sigh up in the sky
As the wind goes everywhere

Stir the branches all big and small
With a whisper of clean fresh air

They bend and sway and seem to say
Glory to the one up above

Perched from flight and out of clear sight
Are the homes to the loving doves

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost