by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The snow laid down
on the ground
thick and deep,
covering over
the mistakes
we made yesterday—
white covering
over red–
like the wounded deer
that winter
in the swamp
missed by tracking hunters.
He found refuge
among the cedars
in the water.
He laid still,
but spirit still moved
in his eyes
as snow
quietly covered him—
white covering
over red.
Copyright © I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico, 2010.
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Beautiful if only all our mistakes could be covered over so! hugs and love to you this Christmas.
Thank you. You have a merry Christmas also. Love Ethel
Wow–that’s gorgeous, Ethel–quietly soothing.
Reminds us to pause and reflect.
Ethel, this is sad, poignant, and also hauntingly beautiful. Thank you for sharing your beautiful gift of words with us. ~ Love, Julie xox