Soft misty sunlight
Whispers through the morning fog
Night becomes new day.

05 Thursday Nov 2020
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inSoft misty sunlight
Whispers through the morning fog
Night becomes new day.
02 Monday Nov 2020
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in11.02.2020: Morning Walk
Touch feet to the floor Feel the first chill of winter, And hear howling wind.
01 Sunday Nov 2020
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in16 Friday Aug 2019
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inThe dog and I
nap on the sunporch
while the sound of cicadas
rise and fall.
23 Tuesday Apr 2019
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inThe volunteer tulips that show their faces each spring may have been part
of a well-ordered garden
many years ago.
Now they flaunt themselves like streetwalkers, showing up where they please.
22 Monday Apr 2019
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inThe first harbinger
of earth turning toward longer days;
these hearts bleeding light.
10 Friday Aug 2018
Posted Critters, Uncategorized
inKasey died unexpectedly this week, on a terrible Tuesday. I was at work, 30 minutes away, and there was no way to get home fast enough to say goodbye; he was gone 10 minutes after letting out a pained yelping whimper. I rushed home anyway to be beside my husband who was coping with the sudden shock of losing a pet in the midst of the chaos of caring for a parent with dementia. Kasey was lying so still in the living room, at peace but clearly no longer present. I stroked his fur and massaged his paws and ears. We struggled through the indignity of hefting him, in a sheet, out to the car, laying him gently in the back of the SUV. I made my way to the vet clinic; it was a brutally hot day but before I signed the papers and set the efficient wheels in motion for cremation, I lingered at the back of the truck as long as I could, whispering my thanks and love to this very good boy who shared 12 wonderful years with us. As I stroked his ears and paws I could already feel the coolness of a body in death. I pulled myself away, signed some forms and watched the techs gently place him on a guerney and wheel him away. He was a very good boy, and he shall not be forgotten.
08 Wednesday Nov 2017
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inThe old dog
finds the best places
for sleeping
except when
there’s any possible chance
to pilfer a treat.
07 Tuesday Nov 2017
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in
Winter birds
are showing up now
in search of
a banquet.
Cardinals and chickadees,
house wrens and sparrows.
05 Sunday Nov 2017
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inHunker down
against the cold rain.
The full moon
is waning
and is hidden anyway
behind late fall clouds.
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