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“In Such Warm Evening Light . . . Like a Golden Dream”

October 8, 2010

I was wandering late this afternoon on my favorite trails at Santiago Oaks. Since so many places here have inspired poems, sometimes a line comes to mind. The sun was low, casting that wonderful golden fall light over the hills, and I thought of an image in a poem I’d been working on recently–deer at the end of day.

So I thought . . . wouldn’t it be cool to see a deer right now, like in the poem . . . and . . . there they were:  a mama deer and two youngsters, watching me intently from the shelter of a laurel sumac.

Coincidence? Pre-emptive answer to unarticulated prayer? More questions than answers, as always . . .


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