Poetry Friday round up is hosted by Mary Lee.
June Sunset on the lake
The slow down days of June give me the gift of time. Time to watch and be present. I am visiting my parents at the lake. There are always things to watch at the lake. Now as I sit on the back porch, I see a turtle on the small island sticking his little head out to taste the breeze. I see a mallard floating on the waves the breeze has mustered up.
Observation is the seed to creativity. Earlier I took a walk and ran into a deer on the road. Here is a draft of the poem I wrote upon returning. I didn’t have a camera with me. But I don’t think I could have captured this moment with a lens. I capture it now in words.
The Doe
Walking
Dover Lane,
She stands near my path
like a statue someone placed there.Still,
quiet,
looking,
our eyes greet,
speak of love.She’s the first to move,
scurries into the brush.
I pause as I pass
to watch
the shadows of three deer–
her family.We are mothers
eye to eye
holding in a moment
nature’s promise.–Margaret Simon
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