A Summer Haibun for dVerse ~
When all at once a summer evening rain deepens the leaves and grass to bottle green and the lake turns dusky grey with pockmark drops strewn as confetti on the face of it. I grab my camera and shoot the sky (rather than the moon) until russet brown movement across the water catches my peripheral. Two young deer have come out of the woods; they frolic like bent legged dogs darting to the water for a drink, back to the chase and tag, and before I can zoom and click, they have slipped into the trees and are gone. We go back inside and listen in the quiet of the darkness to thunder and our hearts beating in time with the elusive earth’s depth
Rain brings joy behooved
Stillness stirs our souls to wild
Yearnings of the deep
© Jilly’s Poetry & Photo
What a great experience. Your words capture it as well as any camera.
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Thanks! It was fun to watch them play, even for a few brief moments.
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“joy behooved” — fantastic!
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Thanks! Punny, I enjoyed that one, too. 😉
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Too much fun! What a deer memory! Love it, Jill.
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Oh, cute comment 😉
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Lots of ways to share–click it or write poetic prose about it, or both. Lots of we dVerse gang seem to be photographers. Check out my Facebook photography site, & join in ! https://www.facebook.com/groups/129946770719368/
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Thank you for the invite – I’ll drop by!
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How wonderful!
I have more luck with deer than the red kites who play with me, every time I take the camera out…
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How lucky you were to see that! Beautifully described, I loved “wild yearnings of the deep”
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I like ‘the russet brown movement.’ beautiful piece!
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That sounds like the great sights of Summer.
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Summer with the rains brings unexpected gifts of seeing the deers ~ I love your yearnings for the deep ~
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I like the idea of our hearts beating to the earth’s depths. That may also beat to the magnetosphere holding us all together. Nice haibun about seeing the young deer briefly.
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Wonderful insight!
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that was an awesome capture of the deer moving so swiftly, beautiful haiku, the thundering of the hooves and thunder stirring the soul, very symbolic.
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Yes! Thank you for seeing that!
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Deer coming out like that is wonderful. Too often I see them by the road instead. But there are mornings they are coming through our garden in the morning,
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It was like watching two overgrown puppies romping about!
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Your summer canvas is so full of colors. Beautiful.I love that “wild / Yearnings of the deep” too.
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Lovely comment!
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We live very near a park with many deer, and they occasionally venture out into our neighborhood. I understand your joy at seeing the pair come out of the woods. I enjoyed your poem.
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Thanks! We back up to a small preserve and the wildlife benefits are wonderful.
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You captured those deer forever in your words. I could just see them “like bent leg dogs”…watching animals frisking is a wonderful thing. The haiku is lovely.
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Thank you! It was a charming moment.
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What a wonderful experience! You capture it well with your words and camera. We don’t have the amazing scenery, but I’m reminded of this white rabbit that used to visit our backyard. I don’t know what ever happened to him, but he was apparently somebody’s pet because he wore a collar with a little green bell. He always showed up around the same time in the mornings. It was the cutest thing.
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Aw! Charming story! Someone likely took him in and now he lives in grand style, or else he discovered that he was late for a very important date… 🙂
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Ha! Either way sounds good!
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Enchanting piece. 🙂
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A beautiful moment shared with us through your crispy imagery. How lucky we are to live in such surroundings.
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Reminds me of the Secret Life of Walter Mitty where the master photographer left the snow leopard shot untaken. Beautiful write, Jilly. I do wish our ancestors have not eaten our deer into extinction.
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Love that story/movie – I used to teach it:) Thanks for reading; I enjoyed the writing and the not-shooting.
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