One Fine September Morning
In memory of D’Anna
From morning mist bright-tipped with gold
a herd of deer step on the road.
Sensing us, they swerve and leap
back to the farmer’s fallow fields.
A dawn surprise we might have missed
had we not kept our promises
and met with sleep still in our smiles
one fine September morning.
This poem was written about a delightful experience I shared with my dear friend and walking companion D’Anna, a few years before she died.
I entered the poem in a local contest sponsored by an art club. Artists chose from among the winning poems a specific poem that inspired them to create a work of art. I was honored when the talented artist Jill Tyler painted the enchanting monotype, below. In fact, I loved the painting so much, I bought it!