March 2nd Buttercups
With every Spring
Creator brings
A yellow bright
Chasing fright
as petals of hopefulness
bring smiles of happiness
Signs of Spring
Joy will bring.
Every year when the warm weather and bright sunny days beckon each of us outside, I walk through the hillsides around our area, missing our companion, now gone, whose nose to the ground led us in circles as she sniffed for messages left by the wild creatures.
Our little Pooka dog left us with many memories, and the spring brings them back in full force. When the white Rezmut [reservation mutt] was young, she would prance ahead of us, searching for the new in the world. My husband and I would dart into the meadow and duck beneath and behind the thickly branched sagebrush, and, barely breathing, we hid from Pooka.
Pooka would run back past us and then turn around, sniffing the ground, letting her nose find us, and wagging her tail with delight in the game.
So much fun.
Spring is joy again.
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Writing Strategies
Details: I walk through the hillsides around our area, missing our companion, now gone, whose nose to the ground led us in circles as she sniffed for messages left by the wild creatures.
Description: the thickly branched sagebrush
Assonance: turn around, sniffing the ground
Strong Verbs: dart into the meadow and duck
Image Source:
By Laura Brolis – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26180729
