Love 'drat', Max. And the sense of a missed, misty walk for the pair of you.
Bill
On Thursday, 11 February 2016, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> February Walk
> Capitol Hill North, Seattle
>
> Staying home for fear of rain
> risks cabin fever. Out then!
> breathing freshness, till (drat!)
> raindrops! - we turn for home,
>
> missing thus the full uphill strain
> through steep inclines past old gardens
> in their winter recess, reconquered
> by mosses not seen for months.
>
> Missing also now our pride
> of conquest sensed each time last year
> in Volunteer Park, mounting so high,
> where the water tower invites
>
> to further climbing, even more
> panorama, plus a chance of almost
> vertigo, weakness at the knees,
> postponed descent. Up there today
>
> we’d be right inside the raincloud
> as drizzling it speckles the wide
> water below to refill the depleted
> reservoir. All this I've missed - can’t say
>
> what the dog missed - the mist?
> short-circuited, deprived of all
> those side-street nostril-filling
> satisfactions by his rain-shy master.
>
> This fresh camellia, I stole last night
> from the corner garden, doesn’t
> interest him, nor last week’s willow
> twig with furry catkins, settled
>
> in their shared vase, earnest
> of the coming season - new
> bulbs, longer walks, clear skies
> brightening all we see, and us.
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