Driving home late one night
sixteen years ago,
two grandkids in the back seat,
we rounded a curve and before us
lay a valley dotted with lights.
Kodi, age 6, gasped and said,
“It looks like a whole bunch of angels.’
A few seconds passed,
then Sami, age 4, said,
“From over here it looks like
a whole bunch of car lights.”
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Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.
Me: “What is it, Boy?”
Knox: “Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park.”
Me: “Not right now, Buddy.”
Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.”
Me: “It’s not all about you, my friend.”
Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper, But, whimper, whimper, whimper, it should be.”
Me: “Give me a break.”
Knox: “Woof. That’s my point. Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park. Break, Break, Break.”
Me: “Not now. Not now. Not Now.”
Knox: (Deep sigh. Shakes head. Lies down. Soft moan. “When will she ever learn? When?”
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The early morning
is filled with song as the birds
greet the rising sun.
They too must be glad to feel
the warmth of its golden light.
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A splash of sunlight
at day’s end ignites the trees
and our rain soaked souls.
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The sight of several deer,
heads bowed, quietly grazing,
ends a busy day on a restful note.
I bow my head too.
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Two hours at the dog park
brings Knox
a joyous romp with friends
and me
an evening of peace.
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“Your hair’s all snowy,”
the little boy said.
“You must be cold.
You can wear my hat.”
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Waiting,
wondering
when this
whiteness
will melt away.
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Sunny skies greet us.
Who would ever think big storms
are headed our way?
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Fallen branches,
melting snow –
post storm
cleanup begins.
Birds ask to be fed first.
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