Temples of the Dog

The temples of the dog…

feed the restless, the lonely, the down and out.

In the massive fields of daisy and blues, always intense…the wanting to move.

The temples of the dog…are indulged in only you.

Latent beauty of kinship rollicking through and through.

Above and below the strictness of un-tethered land, a mystery for both woman and man.

Doubtless, am I, as to nostalgic past, I relish the tussled mane, the hackles…brittle and crass.

Temples of the dog…

‘I watch in awe that such simplicity and speed. Can encompass such great desire to please.’

Nothing More…Nothing Less

Nothing more whimsical than wild turkey’s in the evergreens

A dog’s stubby knees

Frisky felines pretending to be sweet

Heifer’s that refuse to take a seat

Mixed Breed

She runs to what she knows…and disregards all the rest. When I eventually reach up to her…it is then I understand love with no regrets.

Still a mighty hunter offering to me….

‘What I now know is her best.’

Both our strides a bit slower than before…

nothing more…

nothing less.