One evening this week the sun slid behind the Uncompahgre Plateau painting the sky over Grand Mesa shades of apricot and peach
While Boomer, Romeo, and I took a wee walk
to take Romey back to his barn (I left Mindy in the house toasting by the wood stove.)
Gradually the shadows blanketed the farm and the air started to crisp
On the way back I heard my named whispered faintly in the wind, calling me…calling me
I thought about that…hearing my name in the wind— finally deciding it really wasn’t a very lonely sound, or something to shatter a heart.
Boomer and I walked home in the evening’s silver puffs of air me thinking how much I love this earth we call home.
From my world to your heart,