The hind and her fawn

Painting by Franz Marc.

The hind and her fawn

Across the stream, beneath the trees,
We watch her make her graceful way,
Lit bright leaf-red at close of day.

A russet streak, she drifts a breeze,
Scarce stirring leaf with careful feet
That know the leap, the race so fleet,

That wanders where and how it please.
Spring swells to summer’s flowing tide,
Woods deep and lush, a place to hide,

A hind with fawn among the frieze
Of dappled sun and shadows green.
Barred with sun she steps, a queen

Of light and shade and bright heartsease,
Asks only that her young might grow,
As flowers bloom and rivers flow.

Across the stream between the trees,
A russet streak, she drifts, a breeze
That wanders where and how it please,
A hind with fawn among the frieze
Of light and shade and bright heartsease.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

12 thoughts on “The hind and her fawn”

  1. As soon as I started reading, I knew it was another Constanza. I might even like this one better. I could imagine this deer so well, and the poem flowed–“Barred with sun she steps, a queen.” I love that. You probably sensed I saw a deer this morning, too. 😏

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