One of my boys, Puck <3
Mist over the moon
Early morning cricket song
Just me and the dogs
Leaves crunch beneath our ten feet
November sighs quietly
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
7 comments:
Sounds like perfect bliss to me, and another way to feind a small hour to oneself in the day.
Beautiful!
What a cutie pie! I have always loved raking leaves with "help" from my dogs.
Just you and the dogs! Great words and a great photo of that cute little Puck...
yes, mi amiga, I too enjoy my two little ones hiding in and out of the many piles of leaves I've gathered. trying to appreciate them especially the older male that is now living in the dark because of loss of sight but 'still keeking' (as mamasita would say when I'd ask how she was doing in her autumn days).
enjoy!
When we had a dog, it was always lovely to just go walking together. A relaxing and often fun adventure for all of us
what a sweet poem.
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