Dawn is approaching, 6 AM,
Zack is pacing, growing impatient,
I hobble out of bed to let him out,
It’s nice out here,
I should have coffee on the porch,
I tuck this away, go inside and lock the door. Continue reading On The Porch, 6 AM
I sit in the evening still, a symphony of cicadas caressing my ears as their chorus trade places with one group of trees for another; not unlike a hypnotic trance. I’m surrounded by a black velvet sky perforated by the pinhole lights of stars. The new moon is hiding its face as the planet Venus gracefully observes. And I wonder when will I see my old friend again?
Your arthritic limbs slowed you down physically but not your heart. The site of you rolling around on a cool patch of good earth, a look of Continue reading Verse For A Golden Retriever
Dawn is approaching, 6 AM
The animals are stirring… feed us!
I hobble out of bed to let Zack out
It’s nice out here
I should have coffee on the porch
I tuck this away, go inside and lock the door.
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