Deer in the Storm

       The blizzard began the moment I stepped out the door to drive home. The snow was falling from the sky horizontally, as impossible as that might be.

       Eight deer galloped full speed across the lawns of the offices and factories across the street. Single-file and with one purpose, magnificent silhouettes streaking through thick white fog, they made for the woods and shelter from the storm, shelter from the unfamiliar human world, to huddle together warm and safe and close to the bosom of the Earth.

       I paused to thank God for the short-lived vision.

       Nature shows us her face in fleeting moments

       between the concrete and automobiles,

       shaming us, calling to us, reminding us of the beauty

       we once were.