Original Prose: The Evening Routine
Amber shafts streaming through branches
Bright shapes pooling on the lawn
In changing light as sunset advances.
Breaths of excitement from the malamute,
Brown eyes riveted on the leash hanging by the door.
Encircling the neck the collar disappears
Into the thick black and white cape of fur
“Stay still while I try to fasten this thing!”
Tail wagging. Gate latch loudly creaking. We’re off!
Crunch-crunch sniff-sniff sled dog pulling past
Gravel flying sideways in the mad driveway dash
Hitting the pavement and turning north
Puffs of winter green from sun baked boughs
Stay right past the mailbox
Pink and black nose does the quick sniff test
At the post.
Veering left, across the road
Dazzled by the light,
Along the clear cut
Splotched with rye grass golds,
Vine maple reds.
Small birds diving
In and out.
The leash straining behind the nose dive.
Land sloping steeply
To a scraggly fir tree green belt
Between the clear cuts
A place to rest your eyes.
Thick carpets of evergreen draped slopes
Reaching west to the Willapa Hills.
Blue green layers
Fading deep lilac
To purple gray on distant peaks.
Cobalt skies still sparkle overhead
As watercolor washes
The color of ripe peaches
Spread along the horizon.
Fragrant evening-sweet air
Rising up from tangles of earthy vegetation
Violet green swallows lined up on power lines
Dive bombing acrobats catching bugs in mid- air.
Doves cooing. Song birds serenading.
Lonely train whistles fading.
It’s a mile to the end of the road and back.
Breathe…Let go… Relax.
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