Once home directly to the woods,
downhill into the shadowed green,
ecstatic dogs all tails and lopes.
They move from spot to spot
data-mining smells and sounds
then leave their marks.
Feet silent on the needle drop
my harmony mostly restored
ankles softly kissed by ferns.
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a shortling to celebrate the gift of having woods to lift the day off my shoulders.
July 21, 2016 at 10:28 am
Love this, Kate!!! Thank you.
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July 21, 2016 at 11:28 am
Syl, happy you liked it — and you are most welcome.
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