The cool in the first days of September are made
more memorable when the sounds of crickets pierce
the silence of nocturnal sleep of all that is life through
an open window and through the noir of night until
this morning’s delight
and i wait till the horizon’s light of a rising sun ascends
to the transitioning chorus of cardinals, wrens and
robins that remain behind to awaken the day giving
pleasure to my ears and soon my restless eyes
my heart begins to flutter with joy that i am present
amidst all this, one more day, and soon to feel the
warm embrace of my lovely wife followed by a gentle
kiss and the soft greeting of her voice, ‘good morning’
i cherish that i can, one more day, carry my aging mini-
poodle outside, now eighteen almost nineteen, because
she can no longer climb steps, then comes the sound of
little paws from our other mini-poodle scampering down
from the upstairs bedroom where she sleeps with my wife
i am joyful for the dawning of today
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