Today the Deer

Today the deer do not mind

when I walk through the woods.

I ask permission, May I come?

They say, Of course. You are one of us.

Other days, they startle

and run away. On rare occasions,

they approach me and we

hold each other’s gaze for a long time.

***

The owls are back. What are they bringing,

news of the world beyond the veil?

***

Woodpecker taps out a rhythm,

theirs and theirs alone. So it is.

***

When I duck my head, hawk flies.

I love you just the way you are,

she reminds. Again and again.

***

A child sees a bird. A cardinal! I say.

He repeats it, Card-i-nal, card-i-nal

in celebration. Spring comes,

and with it rain —

but not yet. Only longing so far.