BATTLE IN OUR SECRET GARDENS

In our Secret Gardens we celebrate 

the dawn of a newer century 

always spawning somewhere
while overhead the White Dove circles 
dropping useful feathers 
to whittle into quills 
to pen about a peerless pax 
or placed onto passing peace pipes
or feathered into fleches 
for the barbed barbarities 
that always battle against 
the peaceful Dove who settles
and celebrates sometimes 
in our Secret Gardens