Wednesday, November 13, 2019

DEER - by Chris Powici


 


 DEER

by  Chris  Powici


as crows fly
in the dawn light
on the cold hill
the deer are running


the thud of their hooves
on the bed of the stream
is the drum that rocks
the roots of the birch
and the wind that shakes
the birch tree’s leaves


rain is their tribe song
rain is their robe


snow is the dust
of the bones of deer
falling to earth


and earth is the dark
deep silence of things
where you dream yourself
human, alive
watching the red deer running
on the wall of a cave

 
     





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