Ode to a Winter Morning

Parker and I wander down the steep driveway

on a quiet, still, cold morn.

A house wren announces our arrival;

Titmice twitter among the dogwoods.

The sun's rays filter through bare trees

creating a shadow forest in the pasture.

Parker sniffs the usual spots with

the waxing gibbous moon hanging

serenely in the clear blue sky.

I stop and marvel at the peacefulness!

     No cars.

     No lawn mowers.

     No leaf blowers.

     No barking dogs.

We head back up the hill.