Deer Serenade

as crows fly in the dawn light on the cold hill the deer are running the thud of their hooves on the bed of the stream is the drum that rocks the roots of the birch and the wind that shakes the birch tree’s leaves rain is their tribe song rain is their robe snow is the dust of the bones of deer falling to earth and earth is the dark deep silence of things where you dream yourself human, alive watching the red deer running on the wall of a cave Deer by Chris Powici, via 1 The Outfit: Pink Dress: gift from my Mum from a Boden sale a few years ago Pink Silk Patterned Skirt...