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The morning sun lights up the world
with burnished gold.
It sparkles off the fresh snow
along the mountaintops.
The warm sunlight meets
the cold night-frozen fields
and a mist floats across the pastures.
Low-lying clouds swirl across
the middle of the hills,
almost close enough to touch.
Trees poke their heads
above the haze,
and a translucent shine
layers the world
in brilliance.
Over the fence, a deer raises her head
and assesses me.
"Hello, little deer. Are you enjoying
the grass this morning?"
She considers this question,
bends her head to nibble.
"Would you like an apple for a little snack?"
I carefully open the barn door,
reach in for an apple,
slowly approach the fence.
She stands, waiting, unafraid.
I slowly toss the apple a little to her left,
where it bobbles along the ground.
She takes a few steps forward, sniffing.
She has not darted away!
She is accepting the gift!
It is today's miracle.
Wild Woman's heart does a little
hop, skip and jump,
then flies right out of her chest.
It is catching a ride
on a low-lying
puffy, perfect cloud.
Joy!
