The Delight of Dogs in the Snow
Photo by Ryunosuke Kikuno on Unsplash
A Poem by Bethany Peck
A brisk morning chill nipped my cheeks
while my gloved hands
formed perfectly packed balls of snow,
as my rambunctious companions ran circles around me.
The snowballs fueled fascination,
as I threw one after another to, and at, them.
These clever creatures would search for the remains
of the fallen flakes in the vastness of further fluff.
Oh did I laugh.
And how good these giggles felt!
Bubbles of surprise and joy
at the silliness of such animals, my friends.
What fun and pleasure,
as morning light illuminated my embrace
of rest and releasing,
the simple goodness of a newly dawning day,
learning to accept such gifts
to be comfortable with these feelings
and safe in my jacketed skin.
Nowhere to go, but to be present.
Nothing to do, but just to be.
No one to please, but only me.
Just my precious Pointers,
for a morning of play,
of hope embodied,
with a new song of gladness on my lips.
Bethany is a writer and photographer living near the beautiful Chesapeake Bay in northeastern Maryland. She loves nature and writes about experiencing God's love through creation at bethanypeck.org and on Instagram at @beautiful_purpose_writing. In her day job, she gets to write stories for local ministries in the Baltimore area. She and her dog Hunter stay active by hiking, kayaking, and enjoying long evening walks.
