The small lake shimmers with light
reeds rustle beneath
the feet of a fawn
leaning forward her pink tongue
curls backward
spattering the sweetness of life
into her nose and eyes
spotted ears pull sideways
heeding the sigh of the forest
the breath of a breeze
the kiss of sunlight transforms
autumn gold to green
beyond the edge of the wood
fall collides with spring
in tender places of the wild
Do No Harm
