




as Sam settles into the last seasons of life . the aged dog draws me into the yard
winter grass feels like a soft nest to him while we sit each day . gathering four o clock light
yucca pods in our yard confirm what I already feel and hold close to my heart
that simple beauty is found in a spent shell . open and curved . reaching towards blue
among natures palette in shades from sepia to gray . smooth and texture
there is understanding in a patch of january garden between a dog and me





















