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.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
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. 😏
Thank you 🙂 I like this form, though this second one made me work harder for it than the first.
Maybe it was the same deer. I saw this one this evening 🙂
You’re welcome. Oh–maybe they have the transporter! 🙂
I hope someone does. It’s long overdue!
It certainly is!
🙂
What all mothers wish for. Such flowing rhythm. (K)
Thanks. If only mothers were allowed to have that one wish.
If only. So many of those…
The menfolk know best though.
Yes, look what a great job they’ve done.
Such a great day for humanity when the matriarchies were overturned.