Walking with the Dogs 10-23-2013 What catches me first is the fullness. The over the top, brimming Froth of gratitude For these New England woods. The joy found in a carpet of leaves Every shade of gold to brown Slick this fall morning with frost. Silvered wintergreen on the side of the trail Knobs of green moss and a spider web Placed perfectly over a critters hole Until Wallace gets his nose into it. The arches overhead: oak, aspen, maple All complimented by the evergreen. White pine saplings sprinkle a clearing Three years ago harvested and already This wood creeps back into being. Smiling dogs run ahead and lag back Looking for treats in my pockets. Their cocked heads and damp noses One black and one tan Their puppy play part of the joy. These New England woods Lakeside, and quiet but for the sound Of men working across the water. A duck flushes from the grass in the Silent marsh. Wallace and Jack pursue and turn back Shaking the cold of the lake All over my ankles. A cookie pleases them and it is back to nose to ground Loping over rocks and into the meadow.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 23:46:24 +0000
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