Photo art by S. Auberle

AUTUMN MORNING

fine as any

ever seen

you step out

your door

breathe    smile

at your good fortune

to be alive

and then

in the orchard

you see her

a doe    limping pitifully

among the trees

her delicate foreleg

bent and broken…

no graceful leap

away into sunrise

no flag of white tail

flashing

only her neck 

bowed    weary

you want so badly

to do something…

enfold her in your arms

feed and heal her

you try to grasp

how such a thing

can be on a day

as fine as this

but the best you can do

is understand…

we will all break

someday

and for now

let the good fortune

of your day

begin ...