25 February 2007

Carol Peters

[from Muddy Prints, Water Shine]

Morning Fog

A deer down
in a ditch, ears high

with listening,
turns away from the road

toward woods
she might leap for

were her legs folded,
not broken

by the wheels of a car
like ours.

Gardens she grazed
are safe from her visits.

A thicket’s flattened bed
begins to freshen.

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1 comment:

  1. ears high and thicket freshens - both yield images of life crying out for more - your writing touches places in me - glad we met at David's workshop in CH