I was teaching a writing course in a town in mid-coast Maine. The school where I teach put me up in this house as part of the deal. It’s a wonderful house, with a forever-sloping lawn that ends at woods that have tall birch trees whose leaves flutter in the wind and stir the heart. The house has many windows, and two decks. From one of them, I saw three deer early yesterday morning as they walked easily across the vast lawn. They entered, one by one, with enough pauses between entrances to make it seem choreographed. Then they were all there. One was a fawn, with the classic, ahh-inspiring white spots.
We have frequent deer sightings in our neighborhood. Always a thrill. When the grandkids were little, at dusk we would pile them in the car and go on “deer safaris “.
I love this beautiful piece of writing. As it turns out I’ve been watching deer recently on a broad expanse of lawn near my home. You’ve captured the feeling perfectly!
Yes, it was a privilege!
Lovely!
The longer I stay in the city, the more I marvel at deer when I have a chance to see them.
We have frequent deer sightings in our neighborhood. Always a thrill. When the grandkids were little, at dusk we would pile them in the car and go on “deer safaris “.
I love this beautiful piece of writing. As it turns out I’ve been watching deer recently on a broad expanse of lawn near my home. You’ve captured the feeling perfectly!
a privilege, Richard, how fortunate you were to witness this. When humans are long gone the deer will still grace/graze our meadows and forests.
Such a pleasant, enjoyable read.
This blog and this poem remind me to pay attention. Thank you. https://blueflowerarts.com/illuminations/poem-beginning-with-a-retweet/
You have captured peace and beauty here, Richard, and for it, I’m grateful. Your faithful reader, Ken
A sweat morning experience. Thank you!