Thursday, October 01, 2015


Photo art by S. Auberle


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
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
and for now
let the good fortune
of your day
begin ...