ginko’s fallen leaves
salted with snow
fine dining for deer
First Course
The Romantics
they meet each dawn
in the flowering meadow
just to gaze into each other’s eyes
We Share The Morning
the sun just up
bird song breaks the night’s silence
a shared glance as we each go about our ways
Welcome Wild Neighbors
garden in the woods
a birdbath to feed
hawk and deer
A Bit Of Green
in a world
gone nearly brown
a clutch of fern is found
Yes
come feed on the garden
now that it is ending
slack your thirst at the birdbath
Innocence
the look of wonder
delicate hooves stepping
out of shadow into light
Considerations
curious but skittish
in the fluffy coat of youth
is the garden worth the risk…
Following Instructions
mother said
stay off the road
hide if trouble comes
Blending In
wearing the colors
of your surrounds
your spirit flashes through
Dreamland
our misty world was soft
and we were free
together
What’s That?
they were young
and curious
about the world
Midnight Snack
We Catch Eyes
and understand
these woods hold
room enough for both of us
Savor The Day
some summer fun
cooling off the hooves
while strolling the brook
Skipper
stay close
there are dangers
in the delicious garden
Attuned To Life
alert
to the mysteries of
what happens next
White Flags Departure
white flags raised
the field
is surrendered
Deep Listening
tuned
to the sounds
of green things growing
Intuition
at the water’s edge
in a world of green
the sense of being seen
Interloper
your house and garden
said the look
is on my land
Compass of Safety
the three
in the deer yard
oversee the four cardinal directions
Deerdra
your garden is delicious
please may I
have some more?
Seeker
foraging the snowdrifts
searching through the snowflakes
woody browse to ruminant
New
too new to the world
to know fear
the fawn questions
with eyes of innocence
Run
an unknown is spotted
the white tail flashes
then the blur of disappearing
Morning Trails
dainty deer feet
have tip-toed
in the star light
Shy
watching from the woods
a gentle soul
gages her safety
Hoofprint Heart
With each step
a little love
was left behind.
Deer Place
Bare birch
rise like antlers
on the mountain head.