After the Snow Moon
First light is a petal-
soft wash, forget-me-nots
& birdseye speedwell
blooms, the dog’s arctic-
blue eyes, watching
& waiting for me to slip
back into the waking world.
I leave another dream
of trying to find my way
home, this time by
following the rattling call
of a belted kingfisher,
or was it a Northern flicker?
Nothing is as it seems
& I am not here
or there, until the dog
jumps onto the bed,
fills the space between us.
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Always a breath of fresh air.
Mega-❤️