upon the breast of deepening storm
is borne a feathery blanket of white
bitter winter wind whistles and moans
burdened branches crackle and break
beneath the juniper trees they huddle
in the southern hollow of drifted slope
thick layers of fat from autumn foraging
warm them in a lean time of frozen want
their once sleek coats now dense coverlets
they make no complaint, utter no cries
white tail deer, built to survive blizzards
so quietly they sleep in their snowy beds
supple legs bent beneath them, prepared
to unfurl and sprint away at any danger
January, February, will find them thus
with March comes the promise of Spring
when snows will melt away into streams
and freckled fawns grace the mountain
There is a serenity to your picture that hides the harshness of winter. Those noble animals have a secret to share, as does this poem. Beautifully written. Thank you.
such a mild winter here in New York that the deer have alot to eat and we can see them in the fields where they have harvested the corn eating every dusk. We see alot of turkey too enjoying this spring like weather. Loved the Picture and the poem.
Resilient and adapted to their environ they grace our shared space with beauty and intrigue. The freckled fawns most precious in their cycle of renewal to the species. You have captured the essence of deer in January Belle. A comforting rendering presented with your masterful pen.
A beautiful description of deer in the winter. While the tender sprouting branches of spring and summer no longer exist, deer are still able to browse from tree branches and brush in the wintertime. Their biggest problem during the winter season is that their sharp hooves break through the snow causing them to flounder when being chased by predators. Or worse, ice over snow or the land can make navigation very difficult, causing them to slip and fall when chased by predators.
That beautiful picture (painting) could only be true through December. By January, most bucks have lost their antlers.
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You've captured the essence of relationship between deer and storm. Great poem!
best regards,
Leland
John
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Kathy
...Michael
That beautiful picture (painting) could only be true through December. By January, most bucks have lost their antlers.
Ron
Always,
Deborah
Beautiful in their natural habitat of seasons.
Wonderful to grace our mountains. A beautiful
and descriptive poem Lady Belle.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
Love your picture . . .