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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Puppy's first snowflakes ... and me




Puppy's first snowflakes ... and me


Snowflakes are starring the frozen pond’s reflection
Juncos  slip,  slide  and  skate  away  
across a solacing winter wonderland
puffed  plumage shaking off the wintry  weight
as the snowbirds gather         
on the threshold of a beautiful  dream

She sits and stares out wistfully,
wild eyed as a young caged lioness          
    half frisky       ...       half uncertain 
... twice giddy with a wholly unknown joy, 
without a care in the world             
oh! what nascent little sparkly green eyes do tell

savoring the input ...     
from the newness of heightened senses
enthralled by Lilith’s magically woven
frozen  gossamer  spell     

And I’m overwhelmed 
by a swelling rogue feeling;
stirring an echoing void deep within
like being silently buried alive  
by an enrapturing impossible dream,
from arm's length,    
just a frozen step away  

Beheld in an unsatiated yearning
to teach of tasty snowflakes reincarnation
Frosty the Snowman is waiting patiently
and the forgotten inner-child's dreams,
memories of happy birth days past,..

feeling deeply                
grandma’s  softly spoken breath 
in my heart and on nape of neck:   
"its too cold outside for angels to fly!"

Wishes upon frozen stardust
to    blissfully   discover    
a playful  festive  enchantment;

an old soul and a shaggy puppy’s
spontaneous shimmer and glee  

Serendipitous snowflakes pile up 
like a blanketing befallen silence 
with  a  newly  begotten  peace

knowing intimately,        
if we are lost we are lost together

mesmerized                
by just being in the harmony of now

Puppy's first snowflakes ... and me,
and the leaves come falling down

...on this day I am the rescued and healing


"to start with the ending : is the best way to begin"

                     ~             ~             ~

... post script

the last time it snowed on my birthday i was 5 ..

.December 5th, 2016 © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved


the light inside the dark
the soft inside the hard
the love inside a grateful heart

being a protector of precious paws
is something to be―

"If it be thy will" to be remembered,
for others to know and understand ;
a deep love, love strong
that abides passionately within,
not the traces of misunderstood darkness 

that stain life in unplanned 
and incomprehensible ways;

life isn't always as we would choose,
yet if there were a choice,
I would still shamelessly choose 
... to do it all over again 

the circle of life, the passing of love, 

dusty puppy's first snowflakes ... and me
   will be
 
❤ ❤ 









Hard to believe Lucky Dusty came from a death row facility 
 love can build a bridge 



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