Creature comforts

A beautiful day for a walk, the sun barely visible above the horizon and a cool breeze, almost chilly compared to what the day will have in store. The dogs seem to like these days, cool and comfortable, prancing and pulling at the leashes as if we were running the Iditarod instead of our normal morning walk. A few houses down, in a ditch that is often littered with Huge pine cones (some of which have been collected for future Christmas decor) the dogs pull harder on their leashes, noses to the ground and of course I search for snakes….I hear they like ditches and therefor I don’t like ditches. Apple in the lead with Chi in hot pursuit of what may be there, up jumps this mini knight with four legs. It’s shell beautiful and quite decorative and shiny and almost silver in color. I’m not sure who was more afraid but we all jump, the dogs careening backwards and I think they said what the “f” too if I heard right. Well this little beastie jumps across the ditch and begins running for the woods a short clip away, the dogs giving another tug to pursue but we hold course, continuing on our way. I looked as we passed the woods and this little thing just stood there staring at us like “haha, you can’t see me.” I hate to tell the little creature, but he or she didn’t exactly blend in as it sat there next the the empty Miller Lite can, perhaps he thought he was related to it and of course, there’s safety in numbers. The things you see…..hmmmm…..my first live armadillo. That’s enough….it can stay down the street….and out of our yard please and thank you.

Among the clouds

I walked to the edge
Of a mind open to all
The space before me
Path of clouds.
I stepped to the precipice
And peering over I found
The whole of the universe
Waiting like a friend.
I moved forward
Feet light on the air of cumulus
Each second taking me
To the heights of forever.
I dove into the dream
Of a midnight moment
Wanderlust propelling me
Into the infinite.
I found the world
Of magic and space
Stars and sun embracing
The soul of the traveller
Coming home.

Dreams of lime and beaches

She sits in her jacket
Cool air blows her hair
She dreams of ocean wind
Pretending that she’s there.
She grabs her pail and shovel
Following dogs at play
Through sandy dunes they wander
To visit the neighbor today.
She stops and looks at the sunlight
Peering into her little soul
Uh oh’,look mom, presents
I’ve left on the neighbors soil.
She scoops It up so gently
Into bushes she throws away
Dreaming of limes and beaches
On this 45 degree day in May.
Cinco de Mayo tomorrow
And off to work she will be
No salty waves will find her
In a stuffy office desk
Like Ralphie dreaming of vacation,
Cerveza’s on a beach would be best.
…..or margaritas….