Two Does in Snow
by Sally Nacker

Snow blew sideways; the sound was shrill.
Through the white air down a wooded hill
on which a house stood, a window
looked on two does in snow.

The does had entered a cluster
of trees where they lay under
and out of wind’s way.
As though in a nest they lay.

For hours, they lay still.
They observed the wind with a poet’s will.
Or to the poet it seemed so,
in the house at his window.



Previously published in Mezzo Cammin: An Online Journal of Formalist Poetry by Women.



 

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