Deer
as crows fly
in the dawn light
on the cold hill
the deer are running
the thud of their hooves
on the bed of the stream
is the drum that rocks
the roots of the birch
and the wind that shakes
the birch tree’s leaves
rain is their tribe song
rain is their robe
snow is the dust
of the bones of deer
falling to earth
and earth is the dark
deep silence of things
where you dream yourself
human, alive
watching the red deer running
on the wall of a cave
Chris Powici
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Delightful, eyecatching and oh soooo organic!
Made with great love and care from recycled sterling silver.
I have sawed him from a thick gauge sterling silver sheet and plqced on hqndmade hoops.
Lighweight, BUT -super sturdy!
Will be loved!
Wishing you beautiful day,
Lily
