Taken by author before he nearly froze to death and had to be rescued by the dog. Who knew an aging retriever could drag a fully grown adult across a field, sit him in front of the fire, and make him a cup of tea? Hurrah for dogs, be they little or small, even the yappy ones.
Falling flakes of snow Dove feathers lost in flight Softly in my hand.
Fleeting in their touch Drifting flakes caress bare cheeks Banished by their love.
Branches etched in snow Swoop toward the frozen earth~ Life seems so simple.
Icy clumps slip free To slide down open collars~ Embracing the breath.
Foot prints cross in depth Echoes of last nights dog walk Loyalties true weight.
Melted by the warmth Of a gently exhaled breath~ Tender is the snow.
