Fresh
A newborn spotted
fawn
stands near beech
roots in the dawn
two pink ears glow in
the sun
two dark eyes shine
bright
fresh new life begun.
Golden aster radiant
as the sun
Spinning life
dancing—
Sweet singing life
surrounds us
Wet grasses of greens
and golds
Two midnight black
crows
perch on a tomb stone
then take flight.
Life death we walk
between
The living we see and
lives unseen.
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