Posts tagged deer
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Two deer at the edge of a creek at the base of a old willow tree on a cloudy September morning.

Symbolic to me —
but just deer living their lives,
seasons changing fast.

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Two deer at the edge of a creek at sunrise on a foggy September sunrise.

The world says, “don't wait,”
sun rising over two deer,
alert at the creek.

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A mother deer and her fawn standing by a creek in morning.

Eye to eye, creekside,
the fawn with butterfly spots,
burrs on her soft legs.

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A view of dried wildflower stalks in snow with late-day blue shadows and a deer hoof print.

You were the center,
leading the way every walk,
through sun and shadows.

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A deer climbs to shore after swimming across a river in early November.

The sun nearly set,
he swam across the river —
calmly, quietly.

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A white-tailed deer laying in a patch of sun in the woods.

Asleep in the woods,
she wakes to find us looking
at her silent face.

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A white-tailed deer stands eating thistle leaves with goldenrod in bloom behind it in late summer.

We hear her crunching
in a patch of tall thistle
as we walk out our grief.

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A young deer stands at the edge of a forest foraging on a summer evening.

All body and bow,
curved and lithe and calm in the
green understory.

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A deer walks in a field in early springtime.

Color of the field,
knowing spring fills it all in —
the deer walks through it.

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Two deer stand camoflauged in a bare thicket by a river in winter.

The light starts to fade,
golden across the river —
deer stand still, hidden.

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The track of a deer in ice.

On the darkest night,
huddled in the cold thicket,
my tracks left in ice.

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A young deer with her neck down eating in fall.

Young deer listening —
ears alert, crunching acorns,
cold coming on quick.

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A deer with antlers in November on a forested riverbank.

Antlers kept above,
he swam across the river
and disappeared fast.

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Three deer feed on a river bank among trees changing color in October.

Peace at the river,
deer feed on the other side,
birdsong in all ears.

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A deer stands in a thicket with the sun low in the sky behind it with long shadows in the foreground across a path.

These soft gentle days,
no worry in the shadows —
deer and trees alike.

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A white-tailed deer crosses a path with long evening tree shadows cast across it.

Against long shadows
cast on the path we’re walking,
the young deer crosses.