“There are people who see a beautiful flower and rush over to pick it. They want to hold it in their hands, they want to own it. They want the flower’s beauty to be theirs, to be within their possession, their control”

  • The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, by Taylor Jenkins Reid

A Deer Weeps Under A Full Moon

in a tranquil meadow where short-tailed deer
frolic amongst swaying wildflowers and grass

a gracious sun rises to awaken the breathing.
its infinite rays run like watercolor, tinting life.

red taffeta of poppies boldly adorn the hills,
pure crimson in their captivating charm.

its beauty is a tease: We marvel at its
delicate, intricate, simple existence.

without a second thought, We rush with
green-eyes to carelessly pluck its thin spines.

in our wake, the petals scatter in varying
degrees of scarlet, crushed and crumpled

all because We must have our hands on
the wonder that is the flower, call it ours.

when night falls, the silent forest mourns
and the deer weep under a full moon.

Author’s Biography

Kate-Yeonjae Jeong attends Kinder High School for the Performing and Visual Arts, where she studies creative writing. She enjoys bridging decorative descriptions with metaphors in her work. Kate is an avid photographer and tennis enthusiast, and enjoys establishing art therapy events in her community.