I admire his look of serenity as he sits on the porch covered in snowflakes,
He gazes out to his white snowy yard and perfectly painted snowed apple tree and he smiles,
He has not a care, he is full of happiness,
When I look through the etched ice on the glass door, he looks to me in bliss,
He makes me take in his view, he knows I need a little wonderment,
So I look on with him and now I am smiling too,
I crack open the door and my sweet boy dutifully comes in without hesitation,
I towel him off and kiss his nose and look into those puppy eyes,
Love, love love.
No comments:
Post a Comment