The Doe
When I see you in the late afternoon sun,
Folding your legs under you to lie beside my pasture fence,
Your ears pricked for the slightest sound,
Your large eyes staring to the south
I forget for a moment
Your depredations against my garden
Your devouring of my tulips, lilies, roses—
All those now abandoned as a fool’s dream–
Your nibbling of my acuba, hostas, and Solomon’s seal,
The tender buds of the white azaleas—
And now for this moment
See only your gentle beauty
In the shadows of this spring day.
April 30, 2018
Kristin…so beautiful and so true. It is a love/hate relationship. I am so sad to be leaving this magnificent view of the woods and all of nature living there. Enjoy every moment you have with the nature surrounding your home.
Carole
Thank you, Carole, a great way to describe it! And a few weeks later I looked out and saw a doe (maybe the same one?) with a fawn in my back yard!