Skip’s Poem

Skip’s Poem November 22, 2010

Two deer, fur

thickening for winter,

nibble at the pines.

The taller tugs at some

needles and the branch

drops snow on its face.

It looks old and wise.

Were it that easy.

Yet this is how it

happens. Though the

drop of wisdom on our

face can take years.

The smaller deer

licks snow from the

larger one’s ear.

This is how wisdom

is passed: drop of

snow, lick of ear.

This too can

take years.

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