Sunday, March 13, 2016

Our Huskies

Upon first light
I free the huskies
With thunderous hooves
they race side by side
Turning with synchronicity
they check the perimeter

They rarely bark
except to talk
in excitement or play
and with authority

They howl like wolves
at Wheel of Fortune
They circle and bump
and rise up on hind legs
wrestling like ferocious bears

They grab ruff
 and pull and shake
looking and sounding
like a death dance

They chase and tag
spurting forth with fuel injection
tuck tail and zag
with precision avoidance

They carry themselves
with beauty and elegance
exuding royalty
With Leo, our lion
holding court
Spring Signs

The mesquite trees are budding out
The wildflowers line the house
The birds have been talking
I heard them whispering of spring
The sky spreads its brilliant blue bonnet
with angel-wing clouds
The sun warms the cats curled in a beam
on the bed
The March lion has laid down its head
and the lamb is now nestled in our valley
at the feet of our mountain
Soon the baby quail will bounce out of their nests
as the steadfast sentry perches
ready to call them home
A whisper of a kiss
on the wings of a dream
left me breathless
waiting for your return
and the promise of a
real kiss