This poem was inspired by a walk with my dogs one winter morning, It was written in 2014 and published at Camel Saloon. (It was a sad attempt to remind myself to stay in the moment.)
Winter Walk
shuffling through trees, standing naked,
huddled against the cold,
my dogs sniff the piles of fallen leaves.
mixed with snow,
awaiting the warm breath of the winter sun,
dreaming of the hot days of summer,
yet present in the moment,
sniffing piles of leaves,
wet and cold.
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