On the other side of the horizon the vicious sun begins its glow.
The dove offers her enchanting song, “Ooo-ooo-ooo coo coo…”
She carries me back to a time when I was a kid, just a kid.
a time I miss so badly now – walking in the dewy grass,
alert to everything, seven years old with the sharpest of senses,
as yet undamaged by the battering of time, collecting fresh eggs
left carelessly in the grass by self-absorbed hens,
breathing a kind of air that no one knows anymore,
thoughtlessly passing the time, I wandered oblivious
to the meaning and magic of the moment, that this
one moment would shape the rest of my life, or that
the gods walked the earth in those days disguised
as old men and women, not betraying their secret.
It was on these velvet mornings that I first heard the dove.



Syd Weedon
7/24/23