After a night of storms
A buck
A doe
Two fawn
Coats wet
Came ambling
Down the hill
In search of breakfast
Stopping still
A moment
Greeting me
In silence
Before moving on
Toward tender
Rain washed leaves
The buck
The doe
Two fawn.
Sandra Peasley Bush
About Me
- Sandscript
- My life as a multimedia artist, poet and creative writing instructor has brought me to a deep awareness of nature's importance in my life. Beginning each day with a walk in a wildlife sanctuary keeps me healthy and spiritually centered. I look forward to sharing my experience with others through my blog, Quiet Waters.
