Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Saturday, April 03, 2010

#209 Mentor . . .

This April afternoon,
sweeping sheets of sleet swirl
and cover this grassy field;
a young deer shelters under pines,
almost invisible.
I'm remembering a hike last summer.
Deep into a nature preserve,
we stood at the edge of the path
to watch a deer come fearlessly
towards us. Nose lifted,
she hesitated for long moments.
We held our breath.
Together we stood very still by the path.
Not a sound.
Not a bird.
Around us the warmth of summer,
the cool of the woods.
Come, trusted love, guide me into spring,
Let us begin anew.

This week's prompt from Sunday Scribblings is simply "mentor".

14 comments:

  1. Mentors come in all shapes and sizes.

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  2. Nice take on the prompt.

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  3. What a lovely piece! Lovely!

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  4. Ditto, lovely! Made me wish I was in some forest meadow.

    Happy Easter!

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  5. Lovely words, and a great image.

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  6. I love the phrase 'come, trusted love'.

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  7. a very joyful read! loved it!

    Happy Easter

    Merciless Mentor

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  8. Anonymous11:09 AM

    Beth. You both need to go out in the world with us. The terrible world awaits.

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  9. What a lovely picture you painted with your words.

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  10. This was gorgeous. I'm an avid hiker, and such moments in nature are to be treasured.

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  11. loved it! true mentoring!

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  12. Anonymous5:29 PM

    Beautiful! I was about to write the same thing Thomma Lyn did.
    Kate

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  13. this was so gorgeous it had me holding my breath!

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  14. A truly awesome piece illustrating so clearly that mentors do not even have to say a word but just set good examples for you.

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