Bench
There’s a little wooden bench seat that faces out to the woods
How calming with the sunset breeze.
The single human souls all around rushing to their destinations
I see across from me, a deep scarlet tree
Leaves bunched like grapevines.
My world is calm, I go slowly to mine.
Happy days are here again.
Just Me and My Dog
“Who’s this—alone with stone and sky? It’s only my old dog and I— It’s only him; it’s only me; Alone with stone and grass and tree. What share we most—we two together? Smells, and awareness of the weather. What is it makes us more than dust? My trust in him; in me his trust. Here’s…