I heard a mourning dove
Today
Crying in the rain.
She sang a song of
Loneliness to
Articulate her pain.
Though my eyes searched
For her
She, hidden well, remained.
Comfort is bidden,
But not found;
She continued her refrain.
©Diane E. Dockum, April 1, 2017

Very nice Diane.
Hi Roger, Thank you!