Among the Copper Trees

Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise Lightly splashed in backlight, where the tender grass had grown A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise Caressed in beauty, and sun embraced, revealed for me alone Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh? First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet, still she had not flown Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh? Or take a step, in chance my foot could rustle twig or loam? This stance of wills...intense and poised, a fleeting chance to flee She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet still she had not flown Eyes made of glass, as windows are, in which the iris tongue We made no move...each one transfixed, no air in lungs to breathe So inter-laced, with life force crossed, in universal one Our spirits twined against the sky, beneath the copper trees