Fawn Ghazal

Inside a snowy blanket which put the trees to sleep,
I heard a fawn.
Out past the window's ice coat in the morning, I
found a sleeping fawn.

There are men in yellow kitchens watching hands of
brown-eyed women
while men in orange jackets dream in secret, of
capturing a fawn.

When I was younger I was taught, but have forgotten,
sweet timidity.
When I am older I will learn, by necessity, the
light-footedness of fawns.

Someone left a lily on my doorstep, eggshell white
with speckled leaves;
the card of introduction said the flower's name was
Fawn.

Sages wonder if it's possible for men to turn to
animals.
I wonder if they've pondered the agility of fawns.


Submitted by Joe Shields

by C.J. Sage

Comments (5)

Very beautiful indeed!
I am so glad to have found this charming poem being featured here. I am giving it a # 10 because I was touched by it. Blessings and Aloha
I liked the second last verse very much. Nice poem. May I invite you to read my poem Sweet Surrender http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-surrender-10/
I liked the second last verse very much. Very good poem. May I invite you the read my poem Sweet Surrender http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-surrender-10/
This is a very nice poem, I think, and deserves a much higher rating than given. Very engaging.