When my son, Jim, was ten years old he begged my husband, Dave, and me for a dog. I wasn’t in love with the idea, but Jim and his older brother, Chase, made up for my lack of enthusiasm. It had been five years since the death of Dave’s golden Lab, Nugget, and I was sure I never wanted another dog, but my vote was outnumbered by the majority.
We brought home, Lady, our one-year-old rescue pup. With her misty, brown, doggie eyes and her gentle ways she fit right in. She as in another female in our house! She charmed the men in the family while I reaped all the rewards.
When she died at the age of 13, she had nuzzled her way into my poetry too. This poem I’m sharing from my book, Light the Way. Lady loved sleeping in soft piles of fall leaves.
Vineyard leaves are red and gold
Grapes are picked and harvest sold
The dog and I step out to play
along this lane an autumn day
Dying leaves will lose their hold
as thinning vines like arms unfold
and there a windswept blanket lay
when rain returns and leaves decay
Please stay colors bright and bold
a fiery blaze before the cold
Sunlight fills the sky today
Vineyard leaves a grand display