海角大神

SENSES & SEASONS (for Willow) The black dog understands
that the world is on edge.
Every sense prickles with energy as the wind shuffles clouds,
decks of gray and white,
splatters rain; then springs the sun. Sharp ears, sharp nose, know
that day is perched
like a nervous bird; a world of so many layers:
Scents of autumn, summer's remnants,
all sliding subtly into winter. 鈥� B.R. Strahan