Dog Psalm #33

The hum and thrum of Spring is this morning's melody.

A cobalt sky hugs the granite mountains and kisses the tree tops

gently coaxing tender green buds onto brown limbs.

Come. Come.

The patchwork of snow recedes 

and the deer emerge from the edge of the woods

to prance in the golden pastures, flashing their tails;

while the robins search for the worms.

A demonstration and display of

joy in the business of living.