Like Ghosts

One of the best parts of living in the country is the deer. They inspire me in every season and often spark poems or long moments staring at them out the window. This time of year, the snow is melting revealing kernels of beans and corn for an easy meal. This poem came from the deer coming out into the field during low light. They look almost other worldly. Enjoy the poem.

Like Ghosts
Like Ghosts

Like ghosts
they come silently on the edges of day
scratching for nibblings the turkey goblins missed

or maybe they are stars come to earth for sustenance 
they leap into the sky at midnight 
“on Dasher on Prancer on Comet on Cupid” 
across the moon
plunging into the Milky Way

or maybe they are our conscience,
our mind in the wee hours 
rolling over some perceived guilt, mistake, or wrong done to us

or maybe they are the creatures we become
innocent and unadorned,
roaming the land, the woods, the fields,
secretive,
instinctual and skittish

like ghosts.

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About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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