Monday, January 21, 2013

Deer Tracks


On a walk in the woods,
 In the early morning mist,
I stopped to rest
Beneath a thin white birch.

I heard her approach,
Moving slow to the clearing.
Her hooves touched lightly
Yet solid on frozen ground

She stopped at once
Her head held high,
Searching my presence
Statue frozen, staring, still.

Her eyes met mine.
I did not move.
There was no sound
Save the song of birds.

In that moment,
We seemed connected.
For I felt her courage,
And I knew her power.

 Then she turned away,
Her head bent low.
She walked into the woods.
And the moment was gone.


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