Wise Hearts Gentle Spirits
Wise Hearts Gentle Spirits
By La Belle Rouge
I sit in a cane chair under the oak
sunlight bright, balmy breeze
birds singing anthems of praise
green Spring has chased Winter away
four of them cuddle close on my lap
sleeping, waking only occasionally
to lazily wag their fluffed pom poms
and look innocently into my eyes with
“That” warm expression only they own
an expression that unpretentiously says,
“You are my world, please love me”
Several more lie contented at my feet
and occasionally I feel the wet warmth
of a tiny tongue sliding across an ankle
this is a magic moment of peace
Spring afternoon under a cloudless sky
a time of gratitude for simply living
a whole lap full of toy poodles who never
ask anything from me..... but my love
if I failed to feed them or hold them
they’d be restless and whine but never
fail to seek the safe comfort of my lap
or gently grace my ankle with a kiss
we understand, appreciate each other
I can’t speak 'Poodle' nor they English
yet we communicate from our hearts
theirs young, frisky and robust
mine tired, slowing, but all our hearts
alive and wise in the ways of real love
4/23/2008 La Belle Rouge
“Poetry, Soul Whispers”
Music 'What A Wonderful World'
By La Belle Rouge
© 2008 La Belle Rouge
(All rights reserved)
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