Nesting Sunset
NaPoWriMo 24/30
Apr 24, 2026 · 1 min read
The mourning dove coos golden hour
strips of twigs above the reflection
of the deep red curve of the
fire extinguisher in a sea of glass.
Between the white cloud
slits in the former
boutique turned apartment
complex’s gridded facade
rumble dreamsicle wings.
The sun stretches longer on the horizon.
Eggs condense into their own milky clouds as
the mourning dove coos golden hour.
When my husband and I lived in an apartment complex on the beach, there was a mourning dove that would nest on top of one of the fire extinguisher cases outside. Back then my poems sat in my Notes app, so it’s an image I’ve been wanting to come back and try to do some justice to for years, now.
Thank you to Alex Dawson for the prompt I used today: “Write a poem that starts the same way it ends.” You can check out all of her prompts for this month below:
Cover Photo Attribution: By Hunter Craig - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=131645742