Friday, March 12, 2010


When the fawn loses her spots

What is snow?

so gentle at times

softly muffling sound

in the calm of a quiet passage

leaving nothing but a blanket over ground

the earth sleeps

or the harshness of blizzard driven whiteout wolf

in vain looking for the hidden fawn

she is not yet born

wolves hungry in the depth of winter

howls disappearing before the fawn loses her spots

the promise of a crocus

the spotted fawn

the arriving geese know her well

and then lose her and she her spots

and the eagle sits

while mate spies the foolish redhorse

venturing out on field as rivers loose their bounds

bringing back the circle of water and sky

before the brown earth greens


Phil Specht
Mar 12, 2010

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