Remembering

I sought refuge in

a special spot long forgotten

where a doe and her young one

caroused in a section

of clear-cutting in Nova

Scotian woods

and I enjoyed watching the

affection between mother & child.

Now I sit and contemplate

my surroundings as bushy bunches

hunch up in

scattered disarray

among new cuttings

providing a picturesque view

similar to images seen

long years ago-

I wonder if they remember me

as I do them?