Can you sense the pebblesIn the road that passes byThe old tree? Hear the birds thatPluck away a few blossoms...
Butterflies playA long gameOver short lives,Ephemeral, eternal,Born to the swing
softens trees to
shadows, new forms emerge from
what isn't seen
The dog is hauling deer parts from
She opens the family album,
collected moments caught in
the amber of old sunsets,
faded polaroids, a ribbon
or two pressed between
Beverly Delidow is a writer in multiple genres documenting life and work in the Ohio River Valley on her blog, Here's a Quarter. She is the author of a collection of short stories about life with dogs...