Revelstoke Morning by Josephine LoRe

​the doe hesitates
then lowers her head
 
the meadow quiet
save for the soft crunch
 
of her hooves.  today
sparrow and grosbeak
 
puffed in their nests, the sun
lost behind mountains and
 
cloud.  cedars line the
perimeter of this yard
 
reaching forty feet in the
air, seedlings at their
 
knees.  the deer looks
up — does she see me
 
in the window or catch
the scent of my dog
 
behind glass?  she
hesitates, sniffs again
 
the fragrant green boughs
of cedar then lowers her head

​This poem will also appear in the upcoming Stroll of Poets 2026 Anthology.

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About Josephine LoRe
​Josephine LoRe is a Calgary-based poet with three best-selling collections, three Pushcart Prize nominations, and the love of the word in her heart. www.JosephineLoRePoet.com