Senses & Seasons (for Willow)

A poem.

SENSES & SEASONS (for Willow) The black dog understands
that the world is on edge.
Every sense prickles with energy
as the wind shuffles clouds,
decks of gray and white,
splatters rain; then springs the sun.
Sharp ears, sharp nose, know
that day is perched
like a nervous bird;
a world of so many layers:
Scents of autumn, summer's remnants,
all sliding subtly into winter.
– B.R. Strahan

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