The Black Dog of Joy
After the thunderstorm,
the welcome rain.
The parched purple peonies
in their pot.
no bombs dropping
cool water coming from the tap
a deep green river, dappled with sunshine
a big black laughing dog, running in and out of the surf
memories of other times, other years
gratitude for blessings
sunsets and early morning skies
the trusting brown eyes of horses and dogs
a five year old with a dripping ice cream cone
a new spin-mop for getting into corners
an elephant picture on the wall , making me smile
every time I walk past
the beauty of the world,
in every possible instance
and the spirit in humanity,
which may live in discord,
but which longs for peace
two snippets for Susan's prompt at Mid Week Motif: Happiness - there are some wonderful offerings there this week. Do check them out.