
Early mornings I walk my dog.
What a pair, what a sight we must make
in the early dawn light.
She, with her little legs flying,
her little French Bulldog smile–
Then me with my crazy, curly, too early,
morning hair and not enough coffee yet face.
As the cool sun, rising, greets
us with a loving grace,
no one would know
how my little dog schools me in life.
in her jaunty little prance,
in her little smiling face, looking up at me,
her joy, her pure delight
in the movement of her body,
in the scent of morning in the air,
in the gentle quiet of dawn upon us–
It is the moment,
Purely, simply–
The moment
Of being–
Its the moment! That’s a lovely poem, Annette! I also walk every morning with my bulldog.
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Thank you, Leif. My little Frenchie believes she was a greyhound in another life!
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Oh I absolutely love this, and especially the brilliant imagery of “her Mona Lisa Smile” –too perfect. Animals are such great reminders of the importance of, as you say, “the moment of being”. Thanks for this one.
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Thank you!
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So lovely! With your permission, I’d like to share it on FaceBook
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Sure
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And thank you
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Love this! A perfect companion.
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Thank you! She is perfect and a good teacher too!
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Welcome!
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Love this!
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Thank you!
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