Avowed Love

by Lisa Fields

Today,

moving through the conifers

vanilla-maple ponderosa

wafts faintly,

bereft of sun warmth

My legs revel in motion

eyes feast on sky,

leaves,

shapes of rocks, their colors

I watch the dogs,

experiencing this place

through scent

filtered uniquely

through moist, leather-button noses

sifting the air

as they float on agile

stick legs

the expanse of this time

so different 

for their senses

our tie of

avowed love

draws us

into shared

delight

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Lisa Fields is a contract agricultural journalist for Professor Quirine Ketterings, and occasionally others at Cornell University, Ithaca, NY.