The mourning dove sings in late July – the air thick with humidity as the waterfall gurgles

a song she sings  sounds like an announcement that  summer days will soon end, and school begin

cobwebs form in windowsills and high up in the doorway where spiders await an evening meal

the sweetness of the Dove’s call reminds one to take stock of what we have,  to be fully present, in the here and now, eyes open, ears too – look around and breathe in and breathe –  listen out loud

birds clamor to join  her – Cardinals, Blue Jays, Finches, Frog – All are present for the Dove’s roll call

~Anita Adams 2018