It's that time of year -- when you may catch a glimpse of deer in the woods, sleeping off a recent meal on a bed of soft pine needles, staying as warm as they can, waiting for the change of seasons. They seem so peaceful -- it's hard to imagine that this is also prime hunting season. Photos and discussion at blog.amynelsonhahn.info...
Respite
Even in the frost of knowing,
these are warm --
the deer hasten
to relinquish their small blessings
and capsize languidly at last
on this forest floor.
Bitter winds are chastening,
days are sloping gracelessly
with the last green glints,
but under nests of nimble
thickened sheddings,
there the yearlings huddle,
even in the thick of days,
even in the auspice of preparing
for the hard frontier ahead.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
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