In the Woods

Each day I count the deer.
I take stock of the clouds
and the possibility of rain.

Out here, this is so much rain
flooding the fields where deer
wander around under the darkest clouds.

When the wind takes those clouds,
And with them, the possibility of rain,
The light angles into the woods to find deer,
Face upon face of deer, once shadowed by clouds of rain.

~ Megan M. Codera

*NaPoWriMo poem prompt for Day 7: write a tritina.

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