This White Winged dove stands among a bouquet of Saguaro buds. Image by kenne
Migrating each year
To the Sonoran desert
For cactus nectar.
She awaits blossoms
Soon to open with nectar
In the night darkness.
Nearby cactus bloom,
But she waits among the buds
To open this night.
First serving the bats
She takes her turn each morning
In the warming sun.
— kenne
FYI….”.Being” isn’t so bad either…. Mary Ann
Yep, you’re correct — being is necessary for becoming, but not the other way around.
Really enjoy your pictures and poems
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Thank you.