It was an exceptional year for mulberries.
My dog in the clouds
as I lie
among muted plants
staring past his head
into spaces I am feverish with.
The sky which is blue now
was purple that September,
a vibrant purple,
while my dog lay beside me
looking up
at the shapeless drift of clouds.
this poem is quite nostalgic. affecting, with the image of your dog on that last september. beautiful images.
Yeah, I agree – great contrast between the two stanzas too, and the difference between both sets of clouds
Thanks Ash. Was looking at a photo of my big old dog just the other day and it inspired this… still miss him.