The Fawn

The Fawn

A blaze tears through

          the mid-autumn woods

 wild shades

        in the fleeing sun

Still warm sighs

        rise

through jubilant trees

             caress

glowing leaves

that shimmer and wag

slip

and release

drift           and twirl

  as     they   please

in luminescent

clouds     like

souls    from      the world

Lives free of lament

                          for an end

dance hues

                  in gladness

                             and ease

The deer born of spring

never know autumn leaves

when the fawn

crimson bathed

turns her

soft      eyes

on

me