First the girls came by in their search for food
on the cusp of Winter and Spring treading close
but wary of every nuance of movement
every wisp of a blade of grass bent in the air
they came every day while the sun lay low
in a sky where days still short spoke of sunsets
filled with color but at times rift with storms
eager for apples filled with tasty, sweet juice
sadness came as their search for food was replaced
with the need to find shelter to birth new life
each day as dusk neared waiting, watching for them
to arrive and feel safe enough to meander and eat
but then the boys came, new visitors bold and sure
youth giving them bravado in knowing there would be
juicy, sweet apples for them as they knew this place
they had been here before the girls took a breath
the wilderness of Nature had given them a connection
a mother who had brought them looking for more
who then brought their sisters who would with caution
taste the sweetness of the gift of apples given them
Photo Taken by Myself and Digitized as Art
© Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Lovely poem about the doe Renee… How wonderful to have them so close… As you witness their arrivals…
Sending you much love your way… ❤ I hope Spring has been delightful.. ❤
❤ love your way ❤
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Thank you Sue. Yes, I love all things in Nature. The deer have been coming before I moved here and when he told me the story about them, it inspired me to write. I took the photo of the two young bucks standing near to the deck out back.
Thank you and love to you as well! xoxo
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This is beautiful Renee, I love the way you position them in the landscape and the different activities of each season.
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Thank you Andrea. Yes, my new home is a walk away from a river and the deer have been coming here since they were new. My gentleman feeding them when they do. Now, I have the honor of watching them and even sometimes feeding them apples. Hope you are well.
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Really love this, Renee!!
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