Monday, July 13, 2015

Tiny fawn ... a poem by Cheryl

It’s been a rough day
The hurt I kept hidden
has been uncovered
And worries abound

But I saw a tiny fawn
as I rode my bike
down a wooded path
So frail it stood in grassy shadows
spotted coat
eyes wide
Its mother looking on
from across the way

And there’s a single flower
blooming in my back yard
that I did not plant
It has sprung up
with speckled center
and tender petals
of melon-gold

~ Cheryl W. Allen

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