My corgi girl is now fourteen.
A sweeter canine I’ve never seen.
She’s going white, I’m growing gray.
Yet we both know still how to play.
So full of love, this peaceful little dove.
Smiling up at me, and the blue sky above.
A beacon so bright, she’s been a delight.
My girl won’t leave me without a good fight.
Still, there will be a day, though not soon I pray.
When this good girl’s finally called far away.
I trust she’ll rest well, and I’ll then rest, too.
Knowing our love and deep friendship was true.
Yesterday Mother Nature stripped the lake clean, neatly folding up the last sheets of ice from winter.
This morning an assortment of sun worshipers suddenly assembled on the beach, each admiring the annual return of sparkling blue waters just beyond.
As our faces warmed, I noticed our smiles did as well.
Suddenly I found myself softly singing an old Prince tune, adding my own seasonal twist.
We’re gathered here today
To celebrate this thing called ‘spring’.”
As a fellow Minnesotan, I think the royal highness would have honored our passion.
Turning to leave while the sun continued to rise, I shouted a quick “lets go crazy,” to the crowd.
And they did, each springing into a shiny motor boat, then speeding off into the distance.
All as happy as clams.
Feel that fresh, spring air?
Gratitude sure helps my mood.
Morning’s such a gift.
Once there was a dog,
who thought she was a cat.
She gobbled all the kitty food.
She wanted to get fat.
“Don’t stuff yourself, dear little one,”
I told my butterball.
“A vet barked ‘be lean,’ when you were last seen.
No whining. That is all!”
Can’t we see your smile?
Sure, it’s there behind that hair.
Joy’s so hard to hide.
What’s a little rain?
Gray skies are going to clear up.
Spring shines in my soul.
Today she found joy.
In the sun, my blessed one.
Each day’s a new gift.