I was convinced she would never leave even though the truth of it ran alongside faster as she slowed in the end a quiet moment took the comfort of her large dog self and tucked it in the sky now her gaze is a soft kiss on clear nights when the stars are watching
________________________________ For my Newfie Aggie July 23 2009 – August 28, 2021
gold eye of the sun
reaches over mountain arm
gentle morning touch
The position of the sun in late August here makes sunrise a delicate process. You see, the sun has already “risen” by the time it comes to Bear Farm. We are tucked into one of the mountain’s arms and the first sunlight edges leaves and needles of the tree crowns. gently.