the doves, the roofs

by walterdoege

summer shuffle…my heart ever trustful…yesterday, a drizzle day…from a window at my house I could see some doves under a roof corner…from time to time, two doves take a flight, short flight, and came up to the roof corner…near sundown, these doves were walking, and stopped…as in an epiphanic instant, at a glance I noticed they were over one of the roofs…there are many roofs I can see from that window…and this collection of roofs made some new territory…its come up a violinist at roof remembrance…I live in a village where there’s still short builts…some old fashion village, so near down town city…there’s exist some silence…the doves were watching to sundown horizon…doing nothing…just contemplation…as I was at some contemplation moment…somehow, I found at my house my little corner, my sweet home…where i can sense the birds at other window building their nest…but the doves live at anywhere they sense safety…some half invited neighboors…I like the doves…the dove that lead with itself the symbol of peace…some peaceful garden, some farmyard daily building…time passage…seasons shift…the dove is also some messenger of life…the doves just stay alive in…its shelter should be any roof corner…to protect from heat days, or rainny days, or drizzle days…the drizzle, some autumn signs