My Spiritual Messengers This Morning...
and they were merely the length of 2 semi trucks away from me
& hells fire they do run like the wind
it is so beautiful!!
But for a split second...I thought
Crap-Shooters!! Son of a Camp Fire!!
I don't have my camera!! AURGH!!!
Penetrating Stare
In stills of the morning dew
Life’s essence offers with hooves forage
Eight young roving white tail bucks
Grazing upon the corn sheds victual bay
Kneeling with my hands buried in garden soil
Their approach steadfastly meager I peered
Through my vines of vintage tomatoes branching
Their antlers full of beautiful vascular velvets
Virile in stature’s strength taking stoutly notice
I heard their grunting snots motioning to me
Within an instant of their penetrating stares
they fled off into the groove of forest saplings…
It is going to be an amazing season this year
I thought …
(when the doe approaches estrous emitting her scent)
Knowing the clover fields attracting honey bees
will soon to be mowed into bales mounding hay…
Ha! no camera..........Not to worry, your piece here said a thousand words. Sometimes it is better not to have a camera. If one takes a picture of a pleasurable event the pleasure is not captured on celluloid. Your experience was branded into thy heart. Those kinds of sightings are there for us all to see but we must seek to find them.:) Is that not the message of the sage?
Beautifully, descriptively written. My girlfriend and I sit outside with our dogs, unless raining, every day and so often Andy and Kody, who are great pals, will sit or lay together making a beautiful picture, and guess what? Yeah, no camera. Loved this poem.
Mark
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Mark