Fresh: a poem about new life

watercolor by Barbara Spring

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.

Gold 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.

                                                          --Barbara Spring 

White tail fawn water color

I imagined this fawn nestled in the roots of a beech tree.  In my neighborhood, deer are commonly seen.  I need to be watchful when driving down my street since there are deer paths that go from Duncans Woods to a natural area across the street.  The deer are not hesitant about munching on shrubbery and garden flowers.  I have planted California poppies and the deer leave those alone.  They also leave moon flowers alone.