Beuregan

DAWN-SONG

 

Would your soft cooing

Each morning in the chestnut tree

Be for me, russet dove?

 

No! I'd be crazy to think so!

Your song is a hymn

To the One who gave you

That nostalgic voice.

 

Your soft cooing

Is a dawn-song to your loving mate

And to your baby birds

And to all your winged friends.

 

...Who would sing for me?

An old woman without relative or mate!

Yet my heart is brimming with songs

For I love every Creature.

 

June 1967.