Poetry: An Early Morning Puppy-Walk

A poem, inspired by my morning walk.

To read the poem above, "what makes a fall wind winter-y?" click on the picture and it will enlarge in your browser.  I did it this way to preserve the formatting.  Below is the same poem, although the formatting that I wanted might not be preserved in the post in all browser windows.  I wrote this after a nice long walk with FLD Gus and Gypsy this morning.

“what makes a fall wind winter-y?”

freight-train northern gusts

force a frost

            and wrestle with last-to-let-go leaves

this morning my cheeks glow burgundy

                         hands

                        wither

                           into

                           coat

                      sleeves

                      seeking

                      warmth

blood-flow squeezed by leather leashes,

my dogs on either side             prance in an eager march

Halloween decorations are stored away

save for a hostage ghoul with bound hands trussed on a tree trunk; the hiss

from inflatable spiders escapes

from cartoon turkeys now instead

my dogs scrutinize them as we pass

                                                             wary

winter is coming

          but not today

-by patti

11/5/10