Posted on February 8, 2012 by Catherine ArcolioGrey The February forest offers ten thousand shades of grey, haven for the mourning dove. Like this:Like Loading...
Beautiful. In the winter it is surprising how the bare trees can capture our imagination and the many shades of grey. I do not get the adventure of snow where I live, but instead many shades of green all year. Loading... Reply
Hi. Mourning doves say ‘grey’ to me, also. I love this poem. Jane
Beautiful. In the winter it is surprising how the bare trees can capture our imagination and the many shades of grey. I do not get the adventure of snow where I live, but instead many shades of green all year.