Like it!
2015-05-01

Lawrence Beck
This is a nice poem, Joe. I enjoyed it, but it left me uneasy. I couldn't figure out why until I reread it and read the comments. I just can't do the "harmony with nature" thing. I live among deer, turkeys, foxes, feral cats, and I run into them often. When I do, they may briefly remain motionless, but they are wary of me, filled with fear because they think that I'm a predator. I am a predator. I mean them no harm, but they're right to fear me. That fear is what keeps them alive.
2015-04-27

shells
I read this yesterday and didn't have time to comment, so glad I came back to it. Your title says it all, those rare moments of those shared gifts of nature that stay with you and have such an impact. Thanks for sharing your quiet, reverent moments with us.
2015-04-25

Jamsbo Rockda
Oh how beautiful it must have been. There is nothing on earth that compares to being in a pristine natural environment that man has not sullied. Very well written :)
2015-04-25

A beautiful poem.
When I read it I can look up and see the cold, lovely sky, the vast arena of silence in which only the most naturally belonging creatures can find their rightful place.
And amid them you too take your place both as a part of this family and of course as a writer.
Stunning work Josephus ...you take me there.
And Thus it becomes a gift for so many recipients.:)
2015-04-24

Elle
Beautiful, this made me recall a moment some years ago when I was walking through some woods near to where I live and I espied a red squirrel, who in turn espied me, we both were frozen in that moment, he eying me, me eying him - his beauty - it was a special moment, thank you for recalling this to me

Elle x
2015-04-24

jim
A lovely poem, about sharing, and shared. Thank you.

Lines ten and eleven made me laugh. Here we call them F. T's. (Fuckin' Tourists). They arrive in the summer with the return of the turkey buzzards and robins.

"The Gift" is a good title for your poem. I've been thinking about something I read recently. The Catholic Church defines sin and charity as opposites. Your poem is charitable in nature—a gift.
2015-04-24

countryfog
You had shared this experience with me earlier and I'm glad now everyone can know how one unplanned and unexpected moment in the woods can be so revelatory - of both the man and the deer - that long after the moment, and perhaps, forever, they will always be joined . . . "each is safe in the other's grace" says it perfectly.
2015-04-24