Last night the deer were in my yard again.
Seven of them, pausing to look up
as I moved out onto the deck
with a quiet step, a slow smile.
They watched, still, before leaning down to eat again –
And this is what I know of trust –
It comes ever so slow, nearer
until what lies behind our eyes
may meet in the dusky air of evening
as cars race down the road behind us
and sirens ring in the distance.
These moments shared, noted
by no other souls than our own
linger in the air like the chime
which rings once, before
it is silent.
And though we turn back
to what we were doing
the connection holds
like an invisible thread
strong as a spider’s web
and just as easily missed by others.
But oh, how it may catch the light
To shimmer beneath the silvered moon
in the dark of night.
– by Debra Parmley
published in Twilight Dips http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Dips-Debra-Parmley-ebook/dp/B00DQAG2AS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407361475&sr=8-1&keywords=twilight+dips