Category Archives: Dogs

Sonnet for Muddy Spring

The waking season stretches tentative Green fingers to the sun from seas of mud, While finches shed their greys and browns to give The coming gold its place, and tulips bud. I moved a heavy pot to keep away Our … Continue reading

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Saturday Morning

Out there the sun shines snow into diamonds- In here the washer thumps to a stop the heat puffs on- Soon I’ll hear the bells on the door jangle your return with a snow-covered black dog- I breathe in quiet … Continue reading

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One Last Sonnet-for Daisy

Oh, let her fade from such immediate sight That I can see her at each dawn and night From either photograph or habit, still Her face comes clear with or without my will. Just a dog – yes, such a … Continue reading

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Releasing Daisy

    We are quiet now the old black dog and our house and we two, too- Fewer alarms sound at the knocking of anything on anything- No imperious command shouts at the door- No wheezing or coughing punctuates our … Continue reading

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One Dog

The house is clean- as clean as my heart wrung free of love for an old brown dog- as clean as my eyes no longer full of tears at kindness’ touch- The pillows are clean where she would lie- He … Continue reading

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Interregnum

  The Queen is dead: She of the long toes of the whip-hard tail of the imperious command at close of her toilette- She of the seven-toed foot of brown velvet ears of dark eyes made large with intelligence and … Continue reading

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Sonnet for a Well-Loved Old Dog

She mostly sleeps in these, her latter days, Her black-rimmed eyes stay tightly closed for hours, Her breath comes slowly as do all her powers For seeing, hearing–when she stands she sways. We both remember days, weeks, months long past … Continue reading

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