Friday, October 8, 2010

Under the October Sky


Before lunch, Barley and I sit outside, under the deep blue October sky,

waiting for Don's arrival.
  
The sun warms my face and Barley's hair as we listen to bird songs 

and the hum of bees working the Mexican clover beside us.





  Barley lifts his nose and gathers information on the breeze,

the dog version of CNN.
  
A crunch in the driveway-- Barley leaps to his feet and my heart skips a beat.

  Don is home.  Life is good.





1 comment:

Marsha said...

Oh my, how I love your writing!