Jun 8
November Math
- for Michael
the shepherd runs with you
along the breaking winter waves
paws leaving their marks
scribbles of joy in the sand
your bare feet whisper in response
the silvered sun slips westward
multiplied three times again
once in the sea beyond the seastack
twice in the sand
equation of space and light
how do you measure
a November evening
a boy and his dog
the slipping sun into the sea
a quiet run on the beach
Pamela Olson, 6/5/08
This poem was written for my son
and for the prompt “Pets”
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Such joy in this! I envy your son and his companion this moment.
equations of joy- how do you measure them?..Thank U..
This is just lovely. So rich in the beauty of the moment and love. It’s all beautiful, but I especially love the last stanza.
How do you measure the best things, indeed? I guess you just store them in your heart forever.
Beautiful poem. A boy and his pet, nothing can compare with the joys shared!
pet peeves
This is wonderful, and that photo is too.
there is nothing so precious… packing memories..