Every few days, instead of the docile walk
along different early Hadley sidewalks, I bring the boyo into the woods , sans
leash , for a run and thrown balls and crashing through the woods .
Always the sun is just cresting the range , it's golden light spilling through the forest , a shifting spattered light.
As the wind blows , the rays of light are moved, so they land here and then there, the rest in deep shade, all about us so green.
He snuffles through leaves , we discover owl pellets and the beds left behind by various animals , the vestiges of their paws scratching out a perfect place to rest for the night.
As the summer stretches onward, the mosses lining the path grow thick and soft , the ferns extend their elegant selves, and tree frogs eclipse the silent landscape as they hop away from our noise and the dog gallop .
At the top, I am spent of morning energy , but at least the ( still growing ) 2 year old with his big big muscles and his need for speed, are fulfilled , to last him til the evening stroll at least ;
as the dip into the forest and it's mountain range; the laggard late season streams , and deep carved out ravines , fills me to the brim , with happiness and peace and some vital fulfillment of my own.
Always the sun is just cresting the range , it's golden light spilling through the forest , a shifting spattered light.
As the wind blows , the rays of light are moved, so they land here and then there, the rest in deep shade, all about us so green.
He snuffles through leaves , we discover owl pellets and the beds left behind by various animals , the vestiges of their paws scratching out a perfect place to rest for the night.
As the summer stretches onward, the mosses lining the path grow thick and soft , the ferns extend their elegant selves, and tree frogs eclipse the silent landscape as they hop away from our noise and the dog gallop .
At the top, I am spent of morning energy , but at least the ( still growing ) 2 year old with his big big muscles and his need for speed, are fulfilled , to last him til the evening stroll at least ;
as the dip into the forest and it's mountain range; the laggard late season streams , and deep carved out ravines , fills me to the brim , with happiness and peace and some vital fulfillment of my own.
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