After My Dog

Deserved of a long repose, he sleeps at last Whilst I, in sorrows wake, through shadows cast, Recall, this gentle life, the joys, the pain And go somewhere to be near him again Along an earth worn, dappled path, that where, A warm wind whisks his spirit through the air, Beneath a cloudless, swirling, kite filled sky Shades of dying Summer, light, the colour of his eyes.