Winter
At the dog park, she bows in play while I recite climate poetry,And ask, "Can a book offer healing?"
Snowplows bury the autumn leaves beneath the comforting weight of a cat.
Lord Edward's dancing feet stay dry like salt, and peace sparkles.
A comfort of volunteers make music, comics, and hot food.
*Austen says she: “...did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.”
Where can we travel in pajamas these long pajama days, my love?
Spring
At the dog park, I recite climate poetry and she bows in play.The book offers the comforting weight of a cat.
Autumn travels home with courageous and loving people.
Lord Edward completes the story and dances peace.
A tenacity of volunteers play with cat toys, tails, and 'tizers.
Austen says: “And books!...she would buy them all over and over again."
Here we celebrate our vegan-versary, a vegan decade, too.
Summer
At the dog park, she moves like climate poetry and I play bow.The book speaks of enlightened women and Merlin.
Time offers healing and transreal fiction. Remember Autumn?
Lord Edward sits in my hand with the comforting weight of a cat.
A marvel of volunteers live in a future of theater, sunpeace, and rain hibernation.
Austen says: “It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.”
We are not endangered orca and bald eagles no longer endangered, either.
Fall
At the dog park, she plays climate activist and I bow poetry.And ask, "Can a book offer the comforting weight of a cat?"
When friends gather, laughter falls like autumn leaves.
Lord Edward dances with science fiction fans in a Scottish tiki bar.
A tranquility of volunteers celebrate health, cinema, and puppies.
Austen says, "It is not every one...who has your passion for dead leaves."
We anchor in place, and people anchoring go places, my love.
The "Austen says" lines are quotes from Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility. My adopted turkey this year is Ziggy who lives at Pasado's Safe Haven.
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