Natures Beginnings
Swans amid the blossoming cherry trees
gifts the springtime waters;
I cast my eyes beneath the
early evening moon’s light to see
a white stag silently watching them.
Among the verbena that flanks the river,
a lone doe leaps from the trees for a cool drink
and I watch her drink her fill.
Stooping to pick some dianthus,
I smile at the stag’s glance at her,
knowing that Mama Nature will always
nurture the magic of love.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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