On a knoll
A hind
Watching
Curious
Walking toward us
No fear
Closer and closer and closer
Follows us into the woods
Watching
Closer and closer
Cool gray morning
Quiet
A blue jay chimes the hour
Throaty bell calling the day
Quiet steps
No broken branches
Following
On the soft ground
Soft eyes
Unblinking, wide
Spirit made visible
You watch
You are seen
You let us go
You watch
You follow
Sure and warm
For my beautiful Mom, Sandra Isbell Wiley Carlson, on what would have been her 79th birthday.
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