“deer… like skeletons.”
—Dorothy Wordsworth
Yes. Like skeletons this winter,
stealing silage meant for cattle
though it starves them.
They look wistful at the forest’s edge.
I want to coax them to my fire
before the wind tonight and snow,
more snow.
Some will fawn in spring if they survive.
We shall shrug off matted coats,
graze among the daffodils.
– Sarah Russell
First published in Eclectica
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Sarah Russell Poetry 