Turning Around

Suddenly, His Eyes...

In the early mornings in the country
A slight fog hovers above the fields
A blanket of thin mist
Eventually begins to life
As the fields unveil their landscape

Before the mist rises
Deer roam silently
Pausing to lift their heads
Slicing through the cold air
Their elegant necks
Heads tilted, ears poised
Lingering beauty
Cautious movement

Beckoning my heart
To embrace you even more

If only, every time
I turned around
Suddenly, in such quietness
Your Eyes were there...