Three Deer

Three deer come out of my garden
They may as well have the last of the tomatoes
I silently ask them to leave the pears and roses
and they do.

The two young ones bound up the hill,
while the doe turns to look at me in the dark
We exchange a gaze of love
that seems longer than hours,years.

Back in bed—I feel peaceful,
as if I’d caught some of the deer’s
grace and gentle purpose,
my whole being is content
in a new way
in this world, in this time,
on this moonlit night.

One thought on “Three Deer

  1. Deb SuZan November 28, 2015 / 3:47 am

    I love being with you in your poetic places of peace and self love, Elise. Thank you.

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