Outside , the cloud cover, weighted, presses upon darkening woods, as the pup and I climb out of the car, send my husband off to work out, and begin our tromp up the steep forest path, far enough up that I then pull him to me, and unclasp him from the leash- then watch as his growing Shepherd self bounds through thick woods, all the while keeping a careful eye upon me.
Along winter-fragrant path, scent of softened, color drained leaves released beneath foot and paw, the cushion of golden pine needle here; rich green moss there; the stream still singing as the waters race past us, down the mountain's ravine.
We leap across the waters, then the pup stalls at a particularly pungent spot, though not dead, as there is no ardent sniffing- then vigorous rubbing of shoulder upon the
I do sigh, frustrated, as I stretch my legs and climb up the steep rise, anticipating nippy-bored-later-in-evening-dog-
Whilst the rain slowly transforms to the smallest January snow - the air warm, so some transient cold cloud must be rangling by, far overhead , up past the waving treetops ,
As he and I both gaze up into the near darkness above us at thousands of small flakes making their way through bough and branch, down slowly in the night breeze, to us, only to diss spear upon the soft forest floor.
Growing drenched now, filled the both of us, with forest and pine microbes , small snow and wet leaves, we leave the stream behind as we manage up the hill , to turn toward the path that brings us up short with the road.
Leash back on, his long fur woods-wetted, I gather his growing enormity in my arms, tight, my face in his ruff- his smile as he laps and nips, then quick cross the black night road we go , between errant passing cars , unseen,
as we lumber our sated way back home.
Along winter-fragrant path, scent of softened, color drained leaves released beneath foot and paw, the cushion of golden pine needle here; rich green moss there; the stream still singing as the waters race past us, down the mountain's ravine.
We leap across the waters, then the pup stalls at a particularly pungent spot, though not dead, as there is no ardent sniffing- then vigorous rubbing of shoulder upon the
I do sigh, frustrated, as I stretch my legs and climb up the steep rise, anticipating nippy-bored-later-in-evening-dog-
Whilst the rain slowly transforms to the smallest January snow - the air warm, so some transient cold cloud must be rangling by, far overhead , up past the waving treetops ,
As he and I both gaze up into the near darkness above us at thousands of small flakes making their way through bough and branch, down slowly in the night breeze, to us, only to diss spear upon the soft forest floor.
Growing drenched now, filled the both of us, with forest and pine microbes , small snow and wet leaves, we leave the stream behind as we manage up the hill , to turn toward the path that brings us up short with the road.
Leash back on, his long fur woods-wetted, I gather his growing enormity in my arms, tight, my face in his ruff- his smile as he laps and nips, then quick cross the black night road we go , between errant passing cars , unseen,
as we lumber our sated way back home.
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