Lost and found

in the summer house by the lily pond on a winters night I am very fond of a light red deer that comes nosing near when I am there,

it’s the tranquil light and serenity that finds me in this frame of mind

behind the old oak tree watching me is red deer’s mum
I think she wants to come a little closer
there is no rush
I let the gentle hush of winter in the air do its magic.

I guess the summer house is everywhere you wish and if you wish it so then so it is.

tracks are all this leaves among the dew between the trees and the coming rain will wash them all away,

glad that I wished here today
tomorrow you
can wish here too.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.