Untitled - December 29, 2001

In the crisp winter air,
the joyful barks of Dixie
chasing the snowflakes
falling along the beach
area a synchophantic echo
to the crash of the lake waters
against the shore.

The smallish shadow
becomes the reality
of Wing, bundled
from head to toe
in mufflers and hats.

At the flickering blinks of white,
there is a silent battle
being waged on the sandy front -
Dixie ends the jousting
for dominance in the cold
by running back
to the warmth that is home.


- based on words provided by Debra Butler  - Wing, snow, Dixie, beach, jousting