CROSSING
April 2, 2011
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
T’was a soft and loving summer’s night
that stood close and kissed a winter’s dawn
the warmth of long days had slowly cooled
and fall’s chill had painted pooled
a gift of basketless leaves and flowers strewn
to wither and then to dust to turn
beneath a bright and glowing autumn moon
as lengthening shadows upon the field began to loom
and creatures large and small
furred and feathered, short and tall
began to venture forth to creep into the room
while aged the world before me ran
yet t’was young and still spry as the new born fawn
that I spied one early sleepy morn
as it strutted and danced across my lawn
in love with life it jumped and pranced
while I crept as close as I could have chanced
then while embers from a fire close by
cracked and popped and began to lose their heat and die
I stood quiet as the soft tan creature passed
while in silence each found the other’s eye
and with gentleness we both touched the other’s face
and across its muzzle my fingers traced
while its warm short breaths my throat and face embraced
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