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.
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