Run With The Dogs
Run with the dogs,
Through thick carpets of burnished gold leaves,
In charged air, with frost crackling at each footfall,
As sunrise shows welcome in pink.
Run with them, they beckon you.
They teach you to see, to be with joy, reveling,
Howling to the wind and sky with abandon,
Every second savored to the limit.
They live their truth,
Happily, generously, with love unconditional,
Trotting down worn Adirondack trails through ribboned creeks,
To music only they hear.
How pure are they,
Brothers of wolves, with hearts tethered to man,
Adoring, protecting, sharing precious primal freedom
And warmth of breath on chilled skin.
We, tied to them,
Follow their lead and trust instinctively, as confluent souls,
For their eyes are wiser, their understanding deeper,
Their grace, a greater mercy received.
With them, we can be wild.