New Poem by Doug Sparks
November 11, 2020 by DickH Posted in Poetry Leave a Comment
Dog Walk at Harold Parker
By Doug Sparks
We walk in the woods when I should be at work.
Walk — that’s a word easily defined —
Unlike work — of the hours and the days. Shadowed by
Diogenes (I’ll spare your looking him up — an Ancient Greek,
He was not a god but a dog), I continue on.
My open palm catches falling leaves;
A warm day in the folds of autumn.