Poem gone. I think that one’s a keeper, as my sister-in-law says.
But here’s the poem that goes with Jane’s ‘Deer’ painting below. It was first published in Poetry Scotland and is included in Sushi & Chips.
Still morning, however late;
only a rising bubble breaks
the tension of the pond, the moment.
Red leaves of an ailing maple
hang over themselves, seen twice,
A hind steps to the open gate,
faint click of her tendon, stares
at the empty garden, waiting.
What will happen next?
Some ripple of reality
will sunder calm, but when?