Sweet Glen
Not too long ago
just across that stream of consciousness
In a sweet glen
of fern and speckled sunlight
Baby deer awoke
to the fullness of heart
inherent in all that lives
Deer Blessing
On a foggy night
in city gray
sadness poking at the flame
of hope in my heart
Aloneness wrapped about
shoulders like a heavy cloak
headlights discovered
four-legged figures
milling about
in my driveway
they would not move,
so I eased in amongst them
Deer blessing (until they shuffled off)
Gratitude and Joy
