Fawn Snow

Slowly trekking

through the ever-tranquil woodland,

the serenity all-captivating

to a healing heart.

Along the edges of this slim path,

nimble doe, dapper fawns, and fine stags

emerge from the refuge of the woods.

Humbly gazing

at the resplendent wanderers,

who in turn perceive the majesty

of this gathering.

Looking down

to see a handsome fawn

peeping up with his enchanting eyes.

Ever so quietly,

with grace and strength,

snow softly

softly

gently

peacefully

descends,

crisp and clean,

upon the company assembled

in the woods.

 

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