Poetry of Spring and... Puppies

Canyon Spring

The rain has scrubbed the skies a cleanly blue:
A vast expanse of spring, which just a few
Great sunbright clouds still shadow sailing through.

The canyon sides are red and bare below;
Above, they’re tousled with a springtime show:
Old grasses and bright orange globemallow’s glow.

And I just glimpsed a hummingbird’s bright throat
And heard there many a liquid warbled note
Of songbirds, watched their wings on winds afloat.

The canyon’s warm, the limpid sky is clear
As rain and sun have joined to bring good cheer
Because the spring has come; the spring is here.

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Dove's neck is slender:
Small head bobs this way and that,
Watchful at sunset.

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Life has recently brought us the addition of a lovely pair of puppies. For a while we referred to them as Smol and Extra-Smol, though they are rapidly outgrowing the nicknames. Their actual names are Theo and Felix, and they are making a big, wonderful place in our hearts.

A Pair of Pups

Commend me the Smols; they are excellent pups;
I give them their breakfast, they get the hiccups,
But they eat it right down and go out with a smile
And ramble and bounce and lie down for a while.
They pick up a sandal and take it for walks;
The burglarious scuttle itself fairly talks,
But their eyes say the most, and the eyes they are sweet
As they chew on their toys and lie at my feet.
And I do wish they knew which are shoes, which are toys,
But commend me the pups; they are excellent boys.

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