the sun overhead
heating the world
this autumn day
a young woman runs
her dog at her heels
her long blonde hair
pulled back
in a ponytail
bouncing in rhythm
to her strides
the dog lets out cries
twirling with joy
as they run
one afternoon receding
as another begins
bringing hope
to this old heart
that a new day
is not just coming
but is already here
This scene brings joy to my aging heart. As always, a vivid, lovely word-picture.
Thanks, Michael.
Joyous! I needed that!
Glad to oblige.
🙂
Amen.
Glad you liked it, Jim.
I like this a lot Leonard. And, by the way , it’s good to see an original poem from you again.
Thanks, John. I’ve been busy trying my hand at teleplays. Have your book now. Will read it soon and then post a review.
You have Shimmering Horizons ?! That’s good of you. I hope you find it interesting – there’s a chance that you might as I’ve had some encouraging feedback from others! I hope your tv scripts do well. Keep us posted please!