Red Doe Truth

Lonely 

twisted 
branches
with leaves fallen
against 
the sun covered
ground.
Bruising of
words spoil
our time. 
Hunt for
another
velvety
doe that
repeats
the fog
covered meadow
memories. 
Letting the 
soft green
bed of moss
remind me
of water
reflective
love. 
Tears clinging 
to doe eyed
certitude. 
Segments invisible
but human 
footsteps shine true.