Life is short

And there is never enough swimming.
At least not here in New England.
So late to warm
so early to chill.

And I am old
and don't recover from the cold
like I used to.

But oh the days are sweet still
in early Sept.
Dawn rose this morning over orange-gray clouds
and painted the tree tops
with godly goldness

The air was just right for a tromp through the woods
with our faithful companion

And her friends: Suzy-Q
and Ernie-Ernie

Today, no Tucker, the ear chewer
and the dogs were content
to chase shadows
and smells
and mostly, each other
through the pulsing trees.


Ann-Patrice Hickey