Early Spring Dreams

You stand at the window,

whipped cream hot coffee satisfies breakfast.

Morning light beckons thought.

Across the flowered meadow,

aspens quake, shiver in morning breezes.


Ready to bolt, deer pause in shadows,

hesitate, sniff for danger,

wander and taste wild strawberry, seeds, wild lettuce.

In a clearing, early twin fawns wobble near mother,

sun now warm on speckled backs.


Rise up, float out window frame.

Azure sky draws you onward through forest.

Winding through branches, leaves caress face,

drift over arms, shoulders, thighs.

You are content.

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