Long Fawn Poems
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Climbing cotton cloud floats slowly away,
across the sapphire of end-summer sky.
Crooning birds bathe in the glint of blue bay,
in twilight gleam to amber nest they fly,
as autumn comes splashing gold on the way.
Sunburst horizon’s chromatic drape drawn,
splits the sunbeam in spectrum of splendor.
Palette of sky spills sparkling colors on dawn,
crisp air sways cinnamon grass blades slender
on the lush lap of meadow turning fawn.
The crafted crown of dazzling topaz dew
shines with the flair of dawn’s opaline glow.
Lining cinnabar lawn path paved anew,
sepia tree trunks stand on ground fallow,
bronze leaves rustle fall’s footfall passing through.
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Listening to the trees,
Touching the wind,
Dancing with falling leaves,
Finding her strength from nature.
Being nourished and refreshed.
Sunlight filling her senses,
Moonbeams touching her dreams.
Sitting among trees with animals.
Watching a young fawn,
A squirrel eating from her palm
Giving her pleasure.
Feeling close to the universe
As you can only do out in nature.
Sensing the strength and love
That we are capable of offering,
Receiving and letting grow.
Feeding on the beauty,
Peace and timeless goodness
That are all around us.
Finding delight in new blooms,
In fresh green grass and old climbing
Vines heavy with wild grapes.
Watching the ants in their orderly society,
The busy honeybee fulfilling it's preordained destiny.
Nature is touching her soul with it's Beauty
Giving her back her belief
In the goodness of mankind.
Glistening, wet diamonds are falling on her
Touching her brow
Wetting her unruly hair
Cooling her mind.
The earth smells of autumn,
Raindrops drumming on fallen leaves
Beetles scurrying to safety.
She smiles.
Eyes open, arms stretch
Take a deep breath
Knees bend, back straightens
Feet bear the weight, back’s not achin’
Elbows, shoulders all work great
Brain directs the body’s fate…
The world’s alive with me, at my door
Bird’s chirping, cat’s purring on the floor
My window opens to fragrance of lilacs, roses
Sprinklers’ water-jets emitting rainbows
Outside a fawn comes running my way
Squirrels frolic to start the day
Taught not to believe in miracles
I marvel ~ teaching’s all for naught
If I die before I wake,
bring me, Lord, to a mountain lake.
Where the water is sparkling with life,
and never be there any strife.
Where the elephant and mountain bear,
walk with me and communion share.
Where the gentle breeze brings song to the trees,
singing God's praise in their rustling leaves.
Where the birds sing glory in an eternal dawn,
and the air is warm in gentle skies,
where there on the grass is a playful fawn,
bringing joy to my heart, my soul, my eyes.
I am yours, and ever have been,
grateful, Lord, for the provision you made.
Soon, it seems I will come again,
when in humble reverence my ashes are laid.
Beware, precious Lord,
I may come in song!
It was the creepiest of the creepiest spookiest night. The moon illuminated the woods with an ominous leering glow. Deer was nervous, expecting the worst dangers of dangers. She coughed an uncomfortable warning to her fawn, who knew to stay close. There were not lions in Kansas, and yet, she sensed a mountain lion or a wolf, something evil that could take her child. This
feeling of terror lasted for hours; she could not sleep. The pond was silent except for the croak of one lone frog. Where had the other frogs gone? Had they been taken? It was the creepiest of creepiest nights.
‘twas a creepy night
deer coughed warning to her fawn
terrified frog croak
Longing in lowly light of longer days
by which a summer wilts paternal dreams
and browns the loitered heaves of yellow spring:
the budding void that stamps an empty swing
seen swaying golden locks ungated beams
my own Begotten streamed in greener dawn
where fussy forums for an April fawn
allay no muttered march on mother’s May.
Persistent blades unsheathe the sprawling grass
beneath the blue release of silver dew -
an inch overgrown, as inch shrouded cool
billows: arisen reeds from dizzied drool
showing flashes of reincarnation
cured by the rose (or purple carnation)
4/4/17
Why does everyone want to be with her? Mama fox whispered.
Her kits were running toward the foreign two-legged.
Not sure said Mama raccoon. But look at my cubs.
They were parked at her feet, waiting for something.
If the deer lets her fawn get close, she might be a faerie.
A few seconds later Mama deer’s fawn ran toward the throng.
She stopped behind the faerie, feeling her kindness.
She does not seem dangerous, a mushroom elf whispered.
She must be a faerie, and you know their super power.
Kindness, they all agreed, leaving their offspring in her care.
Faerie queen played games with them until supper time.
Then they returned home, cuddled next to their mamas.
At the end of summer as the warm waves disappear,
lining the sun-splashed cinnabar ground gleaming bright
the dry trunks of sepia trees stand on the sienna soil.
Soft northern breeze serenades under the sapphire sky,
the leaves of trees on the fawn field wake up to the tune,
don the golden attire before they all wither and fall.
At the lucent edge of the sunburst sky the halcyon horizon
splits the surreal sunbeams in the spectrum of radiant rays,
the sparkle of hues spill from the palette of colors on the field.
As the bowed slender blades of beige grass sway in the morn
in the crisp air on the lap of meadow turning grey from green,
the pasture wears the crafted crown of shining topaz dew.
The meadow sparkles with the flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow,
I am immersed in autumn’s rhapsodic radiance with delight.
We love to walk in the morning…we know our walk is not complete
unless we walk the way the native Americans did…
as if we’re kissing the Earth with our feet.
At home we walk to the ocean…at our cabin mountain paths we take
our walks of late to our delight have centered around a lake.
We walk early as the sun is rising…before the summer day gets hotter
It’s also the only time we get to watch the fog dance across the water.
As the sun peeks over the mountains signaling the day’s about to begin
Her sunlight widens like a smile and the lake reflects her grin.
Water spiders dash in and out of the fog…perhaps eating…or just having fun
Every fitful movement they make…highlighted by the sun.
A family of deer sees us coming…they also like to rise at dawn.
The mothers eyes us cautiously as she devotedly protects her fawn.
When she is confident we mean no harm…we see her trepidation decrease.
Her family goes back to eating and she let us pass in peace.
We see spots of yellow quickly moving and wonder…
is the sun playing tricks on our eyes
until we realize it’s not the sun but a family of goldfinches flitting by.
We stop and listen to their singing….from their nests in the trees they've made
and we feel privileged to hear a rare treat…a goldfinch serenade.
In another tree just up ahead a squirrel…enjoying the view
We wonder is he watching us…or did he stop to listen too?
Much of our walk is done in silence…because in silence it is clear
all the wonders we can see…so any wonders we can hear…
Around the lake we see our house…another wonderful morning walk complete
It’s amazing how much beauty we see when we kiss the Earth with our feet.
Jesus Is God and Much More Than a Man
by Joan Donnelly Ellis January 28 2016
He is the wind unseen rustling through the leaves
The silent comforter of a soul as it grieves
Dawn's early breaking with the dew on the rose
He is the majestic mountain and the river's repose
The provider of oxygen abundant and free
The colors in the rainbow that inspire poets such as me
He's the one who defends you when no one gives a damn
The fragrant perfumes ushering in Spring throughout the land
He's the Prince in your dreams lightly kissing your brow
The supplier of all your needs in the now
He's the giver of wings to bear, buck, and fawn
When hunters pursue them from dusk 'til dawn
He's the rumbling thunder
Lightening that illuminates a malevolent sky
And he is the only lover that never says goodbye.