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A Buck


"A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone."
--Henry David Thoreau  

 
The early autumn evening air, now warm  
Belies the morning's chill upon the pond  
The beauty of this day does not conform  
To certainty of winter's coming bond.  
A buck emerges, stooping for a drink  
The rut this year, put off by fall's delay  
His calm demeanor shows he does not think  
To worry over winter, cold and grey.  
The wisdom in this moment, warm and clear  
Brings more than fleeting pleasure to my soul  
The memories of this day, and of this deer,  
Teach me to cherish what I can't control.  
Though nature doesn't owe me anything,  
Yet still! I love the lesson that it brings!
 
 
 
Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
Published | Edited 1st Aug 2019
Author's Note
For the "Polishing Our Mirror" competition, I was inspired by my favorite quote!
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