Nice

Like the innocence of it

Well I’m no ornithologist, but I think I’m usually woken up by pigeons. I doubt that’s quite as nice as being woken by doves but it still has its charms. This was so simple but really helped create the scene.

There’s both humiliy and happiness in these gentle words. Many thanks for sharing your skill, sir.

Must learn to spell, forgive, please.

HumiliTy

I had two nests of mourning doves outside my bedroom window twice in one year. To hear that cooing they do, is absolutely one of the most melodious sounds I have ever heard. It was so wonderful to watch them gather material for their little home in a trellis. I was fortunate to get some really good shots of both parents and babies close up, without a flinch of movement. They beautiful birds, so underrated. I have the photos posted at the WC on my profile page if you’d like to see them! Much enjoyed the read, and seeing you here, Nev. Take care!

How cool was that .. Bless you Kelly .. Neville

Very much enjoyed write from the off to the opposite end of the page .. I hope to check in more often as I learn how to navigate these stars .. Warmly, Neville 😎👍

Dark and Misty emotions.
A journey through sorrow.
Regards
James

I was just saying how perfectly it came together before I logged in I had the start of a poem forming and you inspired me deeply to continue on thank you for the honor of collabing with you💕

I really like how it turned out. You make my dark thoughts turn blue.

I think we are tuned into the same channel.

Beautifully penned, Brenda & Adagio. Amazing collaboration you two. Appreciate you, both.

Damian

Superb work, my friend.

I love the imagery in this. And the sense of last blast desperation to live in the moment. Welcome to the Stars

Prophetic. The fragility of it all.
A moving piece.
Regards James

so wistful a thought I still sense a deep longing in you over this person 💕

In my opinion, if we made it through the heat and humidity of summer. We will make it through Autumn… yet, we can’t deny how Autumn inspires sentimental feelings. I read this as a lullaby of Autumn, there is sadness as there is hope, there is doubt yet there is freedom… Good Morning dear Neville 🌻