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The Doe
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Susan B. Auld


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Her face peered at me through tall grass
and we held our breath, 
still-lives in dappled light,
not sure of the other 
curious-wonder at meeting at all.

I spoke calming 
she listened

I stepped passing
she stood still.

We held each other with our eyes,
slow danced at the edge of the golden woods
on an orange October morning.

The moon and sun watched 
as the south wind brushed past the north 
to warm the day,
midnight frost trickled 
sliding off the brittle leaves swirling.

I moved away.

I felt her follow.

And, when I looked back 
she pressed closer stopped closer 

before crossing the gravel path

before leaping through the grass,
her white tail held high.

I watched her become the trees.

This poem previously appeared in Visiting Morning and Other Quiet Places (2008), 
Avocet, A Journal of Nature Poems (Fall/Winter, 2010) and A Prairie Journal (Fall/Winter 2007).
Used here with the author’s permission.

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Susan B. Auld began writing while growing up on Long Island. She left the beaches for the fields of Wisconsin and prairies of Illinois where she renewed her love of words—first by becoming a Speech-Language Pathologist and then a poet. Author of two books, Waiting Innocence and Visiting Morning and Other Quiet Places, Susan lives in Arlington Heights, Illinois, where she teaches the power of words to young children and adults through her Lotus Flower Writers Studio. She also facilitates The Poetry Place at her local library. Susan seeks out natural spaces for renewal and inspiration—returning to the beaches whenever possible.


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Gentle and beautiful. How a hunter could destroy such innocence is beyond my comprehension. Judy
Posted 10/28/2011 09:31 AM
69Dorcas:
Lovely. Reminds me of Bambi and his mother. Thank you.
Posted 10/27/2011 05:30 PM
Eiken:
So beautiful:)))
Posted 10/27/2011 11:33 AM
Rob:
really captures the magic of two species encountering and wondering about one another :)
Posted 10/27/2011 11:24 AM
KevinArnold:
Ah, yes, deer. Warm,evocative poem--thanks.
Posted 10/27/2011 09:39 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
I love the ending! Great poem!
Posted 10/27/2011 07:50 AM
rtaylor947@aol.com:
Beautiful poem, reminiscent of Mary Oliver's work but with Auld's unique imprint. The ending is a nice surprize.
Posted 10/27/2011 07:47 AM


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