Deer on the hills
Wanted to share them and make you smile this morning.
Felt so dreamy this morning that as I wandered down my hill, I wrote this tiny verse. And then as though manifesting magic, I saw three beautiful deer.
And I may well be late for Spanish now, because I paused to enjoy them, but some things are worth it, aren’t they?
In February it’s hard to stop and ‘smell the roses’, but we can stop to admire other beautiful gifts that pass our way.
It’s all about noticing, isn’t it?
Come Wander
Come wander where the air is clear
And breath is born as lace
Where fragile moon, a paperclip
That holds mauve sky in place
Dark trees fringe field as eyelashes
And bat my cares away
My heart exudes love’s essence
To enrich this stirring day
Completely stupid time to post when most UK folk are on the way to work/school run, but I’m too spontaneous to not post it right now as I see it😂😂
Loved your poem. It is all about noticing, paying attention, and preparing to be astonished, as Mary Oliver writes.