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In Memoriam
Lulu
2006 — 2023
Days Like This
How thankful I am
for a field notebook,
the open sky,
and the little dog lapping
at my heels,
seeds of wild things clinging
to her black cocker spaniel coat,
waiting to be born again elsewhere
in the spring rains,
the pines lost in their spiral daze searching
for light just now arriving,
the water rippling across the lake
from life that saw us first.
And how, this morning
I look to her and ask
"Where to next"?
her eyes saying "Any old trail!",
and we're gone.
Those early days in Mississppi, you slipping through the tall grass at Noxubee National Wildlife Refuge I'll never forget. Running to the edge of the boat dock, worried about me even then. We were as tight as the sun and the wind.
You were always up for an adventure, though you hated the car. Your favorite place in the world was a fallen tree at Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge, another swamp. The tree is still there. I think of you every time I see it still. Your passing on the spring equinox will always give the day extra meaning to me. There is death. But there is renewal.
