Puppy Dog Hearts and Hope

My granddog, Cali, on the beach

I am made of puppy dog hearts
and soft silver moons,
blue skies and the song of the sea,
wrinkled dreams and
threadbare hope,
fatigue and
rich remembering.

I am made of ancestral stories
told by hearth fires,
ancient drumbeats, prophecy,
and visions of a
Rainbow Race, arising.

And i am made of
lost love and wolf howls,
forest wilderness
and birds singing
the morning in.

All of these songs
make their home in me.
I perch on the limb
of my inner tree
and repeat them
to you.


for Magaly's prompt at Real Toads: I am made of, in 131 words, or fewer.......I used 89.

Sharing with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United this sunny Sunday morning.