Deer and DogwoodA Poem by Katie R. S.
Today, we found our wedding colors in nature--
red twig dogwood mingling with white barked trees. Across the path, a dead tree growing like a vine looped around the living, sleeping tree that held it still to the sky. Together we crouched at the edge of the bramble, bare branches only beginning to bud, listening to a soft crunching, certain it was footsteps or some animal pawing at the snapping twigs and rotting leaves. We peered between shafts of hibernating bushes watching for movement, until the late spring sun slanted through the thicket, laying down a chill in its departure. There was nothing" only the rhythmic rustling we were sure was hiding some greater treasure, until the wind broke through the trees and our jackets, and in resignation we shrugged off the hope of seeing deer, certain now the sound was only the wind, throwing its voice for our entertainment. The trees made a fog-filled tunnel for us to lead us back to the clearing we had come from. We followed"and then, a crack. Not gentle rustling, but branches snapping sharply and rapidly, a blur of pale brown with a white tail rushing through and then gone, branches breaking the air until the sound died back down to only wind. We stood for a moment, awed, then picked our way through the dogwood, back toward home. © 2016 Katie R. S. |
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1 Review Added on April 4, 2016 Last Updated on April 4, 2016 AuthorKatie R. S.MNAboutPoet, cat lover, Minnesotan. On Facebook at: http://facebook.com/krstaten more..Writing
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