by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Your spotted back fits well
in the dappled light of the wood
as you wait utterly still
for the night and her returning.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
Tagged as dappled light, Davis, fawn, nature, returning, utterly still
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