From the archives – Dusk by John Savoie

Dusk

At dusk
the doe
sniffs
the air,
then turns
and bounds
through black
woods, waving
her plume
of white
flame, gone.

from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, November 23, 2015 — by John Savoie

photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

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