Sunshine and Silt

I can smell my dog’s life

In the softness of her coat.

It is sunshine and silt;

Grass and rabbit runs,

Softness of surrender.

I know she knows

Pain’s shadow, hers, mine;

The passing hand of love.

In her heart’s beat

Is the joy of woods and willow.

Her soft eyes are story’s stories:

The day the wind lifted soil;

When we threw the ashes high;

The day tears dried on our faces.

All there, deep in her warmth

2 thoughts on “Sunshine and Silt”

  1. Fantastic, John, enough to bring someone to tears. In particular I love that:
    In her heart’s beat
    Is the joy of woods and willow.

    Your senses are tangled with those of your dear companion!!

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