Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Dancing with Harvey

Poetry has never been my forte.  I don't even know if this is poetry, but I have always been proud of it.  I wrote it several years ago to capture what is, to date, my favorite memory.  Having just sent Harvey across the Rainbow Bridge, the clearing at the end of the path, the great unknown mystery, I felt compelled to finally share this.

1 comment:

  1. As clear and lovely as if I were present. This is precious.