Dove's love

Dove's love

Dove’s love

The sun getting down
beyond dark triangular roofs
with golden beams saying farewell
to night's out-reaching arms.
Silent whispering of leaves,
last colouring before winter's sigh,
first love of early autumn.
Two doves in cloud-gray clad
sitting on an antenn high,
from man and foe unseen
cooing softly words of love,
cleaning their silvery cloak
letting fall a little down.
Just unaware of danger
just seeing themselves, assured
that harmony and love endures
in the war of feathers
high above the earth.