Walkies.

[Guest guest]

Such a glistening white smile

the Beloved has in the sky today.

Tear drops and wind blown kisses

for Her restless tramp and his dog walking.

 

I am led by God into the winter woods,

She pulls my leash, and puts on Her canopy of starlings,

and storming crows that circle

higgled and piggled in my painted eye.

And I am a portrait of You my love,

and the paint brush

is a hairs breath away from your heart.

 

My old dog is arthritic,

when she pees, she wobbles.

When I do the same,

I hear your laughter rising from the ground

in steam and warm caresses.

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

 

copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.