Beautiful words with a message. Thank you, Holly! ❤️🌹

Tender Places

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

green to autumn gold, brown and rust.

beyond the edge of the wood

summer collides with fall

in  tender places of the wild.

Do No Harm