What a great shot of your dog, you must frame it. I love the line about the breath of autumn, I'm feeling that here also.
Oh my stars what a cutie!! xo
Oh, Leslie, I just love photos of Lady, and this one tops them all. It is a portrait!And I always love your poems, too. "while shadows play along the edges of things" — so beautiful!Luv — KKay, Alberta, CanadaAn Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
She is exquisite, as are your words.
I hear it too. Nice!
so, i'm also wondering, is the dog actually thinking 'morning', or is it sitting, waiting, regally, ... ;)))n♥
"a breath of autumn" -- perfect!
'a breath of autumn whipsers my name' - that is so beautiful. Your poems are always a joy to read.
Beautiful!!!!! Your dog is gorgeous.
Is it bad for me to say first that your chair is COOL??And the dog is neat too...and the poem. I'm excited for autumn!
Lady is one beautiful dog--so classy! This is a beautiful poem and tribute to a wonderful canine (who thinks she's a person)friend and to the changing of the season. Your tone has hope in it. :>)
LOVE this portrait for your four-legged friend... and not least this hymn to the changing season. :o) Happy Weekend, Leslie ((HUGS))
Beautiful friend you have, Leslie. And you're so right about the breath of autumn coming on...the days are rainy and sad here. leaves are falling before they've even turned color...packing up and leaving in three weeks...looking forward to the shining sun and the special light that reigns over Florida.
aaahhh - beautiful capture of the moment...and cool pic...wondering what this dog was thinking...smiles
Somehow the breath of autumn in Florida isn't the same as it is up north. It's currently 33 here - on the F scale ! Wood stove has been on the last 4 hours - am looking forward to 30 on the C scale. soon. but not here.The dog is wise beyond his age - parked in a lovely spot to watch his world go by.Have a great weekend Leslie.
wonderful, leslie, just wonderful...
This is indeed the best portrait of Lady. It is worthy of the Pharaoh's private retreat house. Just magnificent as she is. Your poem draws the reader into a quiet and meditative space where the world is perceived through waiting and watching in hopeful expectation of nothing more than the fall of a tender, curling leaf.xoxoxo,Noelle
such a special little guy/gal, they can be so intent can't they!?cicadas ..nothing sounds like them..loved your verse
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