Saturday, January 08, 2011

little legs BiG SnOw

we wake to day luxuriously late

and unwrap the present of this day

with white white wonder

the streets are full of snow

and i am as excited as the dogs i meet
snow day full of glee

leap bounds of snow
shuffle along
tracks others have left

owen walks behind me
as i create a wind barrier

we walk
and we walk

and the white colours all the other colours

suddently the painted lillac trellis speaks to me
as we shuffle along

the sky is white too
grey white

the sun behind snow
smaller and wanting

and we trudge along
one foot in front of the other

two feet followed by two feet
clad in small red rubber boots
with woolen socks home made
my faithful owen follows

diligent in the journey
pretending to be an old dog
but really a relaxed dog
some might call lazy

we run into a small pack
playing wildly nipping
and barking with the general air of partying

owen waits on the outskirt of this
appealing to the humans
wondering if any food offerings are available

i stand back as well,
a little too gleeful
and impractical about this crazy dumping of
awesome, yes awesome powdery fantastical snow

i am taken back to the times of childhood
but mostly embrace the profound silence that is bestowed
even in this frantic city

all the dogs smile at me
every single one

then owen and i head home
trudging back

at this point
everyone is out
shovelling the stuff

and there are people present outside familiar houses
that i have never seen before

the city becomes smaller
as we are all under this white blanket
of wintery possibility and duty

and coming home on my tired legs
inside i pick off the snow balls on owens tired little legs
melting them with warm hands
one as big as a golf ball

and giggle at the humorous sight of my companion
wearing an icy mask from breathe and cold and snow

inside we eagerly eat our breakfasts
and owen deservedly naps

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