Gold Vision.

 

 

Gold Vision.

 

From cool mist of dawning      

re-lighting the hill

as breeze stroked old pine trees

I caught a gold vision.

 

From inside autumn woods

the fall of long legs

broke no spell of silence  

as new venture beckoned. 

 

From moist patches of leaves

ears cupped to listen

and as head fell to browse

I saw young horns glisten. 

 

Wide eyes pierced the shadow          

sniffed something not right        

then lithe as quick silver

dived that deer out of sight.

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

certainly enjoyed this
We live in and are surrounded by deep woods and one of our constant and close neighbors are the deer
They retreat during the day to who knows where, but when we cross our fields at night, we have to be careful where we step
That is a beautiful image of a beautiful animal

[John the Baptist]

This pleasant piece made me think of the place where I do much of my writing, a small wood which has thus far evaded the developers. On occasion I have seen things like that described in the poem. The deer linger quietly for a moment, then disappear as if by a prearranged signal. I treasure these moments. Don't know if urbanization will take them away.

[Fay Slimm]

So pleased that the read brought you to a special place John and thanks a load for your in-put to this little tribute.

[poetgurl]

This is so beautiful, I really enjoyed this write

[Fay Slimm]

My sincere thanks for your visit and kind review - keep taking care and be safe and well in these troublesome times dear friend.

[Neville]

Captured here perfectly my deer, in all its golden glory.. if there was more room beneath the full moon you could tell the whole story.. But a poem is nice and does suffice in fact could get no better.... N:)

[Fay Slimm]

Ah - whole story eh ? - -now that would be telling - cos twas the dawning of which my pen wrote and come the moon-time that excitement had flown...... who held my virtue between then and sunset I wilt not make plain but from deer-sight to midnight that Knight earned my sighs - ( Ha ''ows that for weaving hot-lunar magic ) - -Oh Deer what is this isolation malarky doin' to me ?