Sue Ann Gleason

a poem for paris and the deer who lives in my field

November 23, 2015
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On My Way to Take a Photo of the Fence Post I Get Distracted Retracing my steps, I knelt prayerfully surveying each pellet left by the deer who lives in my barn. I noticed each whisper of frost glimmering in the sun, now rising over the shadowed hillside, I was captivated by tiny crystals of […]

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