Triplets
Driving, we paused to watch
a doe with triplets
between a ditch and the waving hay,
Oh, such a sight!
Not twins but triplets—
rare, dappled wonders.
Sun, about to give up the sky.
Three fawns, bearing
the descending twilight
on their shoulders and backs—
slivers of significance.
All at once, a cloud
of blue iridescent dragonflies
rose from the field grass, then
freely flitted over and beside
the tawny phantoms.
We each held our breath and eyed
the little ones on toothpick legs:
one frolicked like a calf in a pasture,
another threw its flag, and a third
took steps toward us while the doe
slowly moved off into long grass.
Who could tire of such honest things?
Just a moment on the other side
of a ditch—that’s all we had of them.
Blessed, we received it.
~ Pat Durmon, 2011
Help in any way you see fit: I'm open to making a stronger poem. And I thank you soooo much! (Just hope this comes through.)
Driving, we paused to watch
a doe with triplets
between a ditch and the waving hay,
Oh, such a sight!
Not twins but triplets—
rare, dappled wonders.
Sun, about to give up the sky.
Three fawns, bearing
the descending twilight
on their shoulders and backs—
slivers of significance.
All at once, a cloud
of blue iridescent dragonflies
rose from the field grass, then
freely flitted over and beside
the tawny phantoms.
We each held our breath and eyed
the little ones on toothpick legs:
one frolicked like a calf in a pasture,
another threw its flag, and a third
took steps toward us while the doe
slowly moved off into long grass.
Who could tire of such honest things?
Just a moment on the other side
of a ditch—that’s all we had of them.
Blessed, we received it.
~ Pat Durmon, 2011
Help in any way you see fit: I'm open to making a stronger poem. And I thank you soooo much! (Just hope this comes through.)